Day 151 - 9:55am, 1 June 2019
I meet the ducklings and cygnets out on the canal again today. I think I am secretly, or not so secretly, becoming obsessed with them.
The cygnets have changed the most physically. I could only see five of them this time so I am hoping it was just that the others were right in at the bank and I couldn't see them because of the reeds, rather than they are no more. The five are within pecking distance of one parent and the other adult swan is further back, but makes a beeline for the bank when he or she sees me. I move on slightly so as not to unnecessarily upset them. I wonder if they ever think to themselves who is this mad, middle-aged woman that holds that rectangle to her face every time she sees us?
In contrast, the ducklings still seem tiny, while seeming much more adventurous than they were. They are spread out across the breadth of the canal and do not process in the tight-knit belt formation that they stuck to until now. It seems they are growing up faster than the cygnets. I count them and they are all there, which is always nice to see. They are more interested in me than the swans, looking at me as if to say, what is it that you can offer us? Nothing my friends, other than admiration for you and your families, and for your putting up with us humans, as we jog, cycle and wander past you, unaware that the canal belongs to you and yours.
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