June 1, 2015. Two of the cygnets appear to have disappeared since yesterday. The pen takes her little clutch further out into the harbour area.
There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story. ~ Frank Herbert. June 3, 2015. On the last day I will follow this pair of mute swans, the pen meets my eye before she heads out into the harbour. I can't say for sure what happened to the clutch of cygnets, but I am certain they didn't survive.
There is no real ending. It’s just the place where you stop the story. ~ Frank Herbert. June 3, 2015. On the last day I will follow this pair of mute swans, the cob gives me his customary morning nod. I can't say for sure what happened to the clutch of cygnets, but I am certain they didn't survive.
