Fourteen swans, three goats, and a turtle

March 13, 2012

I took a walk around the res(ervoir) today and there were lots of swans, I counted fourteen.

As I was walking around the path that encircles the water, I saw around the curve what registered in my brain as “goats” and then I thought, “No, can’t be, must be tawny dogs with a certain facial structure, etc. that happened to strike me as goat-like.”

But they turned out to be goats.  Three of them, nine-month old sisters, being walked by two young men who apparently live nearby.  I asked what kind (a miniature breed), etc. and expressed pleasant surprise that town ordinances were amenable to keeping them (having not been able to take home with me the goat I had taken care of at summer camp when I was about twelve).  Didn’t ask for names, though.  (Perhaps I was still getting over having been startled by a pair of Canadian geese who had flown in towards me, probably looking for food, when I had walked down to the water’s edge a little earlier; they landed in the water about two feet away from me, and two swans steamed in right behind them, hissing (I think at the geese) but I had no food to offer.)

The turtle was sunning itself on a rock — there were probably more, but I went up the hill to the sidewalk to take the “highroad” home, instead of continuing around the path near the water and going back the way I came.

P.S. The goat from 1970:


2 Responses to “Fourteen swans, three goats, and a turtle”

  1. Richard Says:

    Swans are pretty, but mean. My dad put up a fence around a pond at assisted living and they pecked at his calfs. He saw it as a badge of honor
    My friend and co-worker raises goats. She always boasts about how easy they are to raise and how well hung some of the males are.
    Geese are a pain. We have them all over here in Ohio. I do like it when they cross the street en masse and make the traffic stop. They don’t give a flip and it’s good for the drivers to pause and realize they are part of a bigger thing. I hope

    • Diana Moses Says:

      Swans are pretty fierce, I agree. The noise from the flapping of their wings when they fly low over the water is loud — sounds at first to me like construction work in the distance. Suggests a lot of power — “A sudden blow: the great wings beating still …” and all that (“Leda and the Swan” by W.B. Yeats).

      On the other hand, I’ve heard stories about turtles in ponds who, from under the water, pull down and under the young swans by their legs.

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