We were on our way to Franki's open house first birthday bash when we encountered a swan. We were travelling east on Lakeshore Blvd and Swanny was travelling west in the eastbound lanes. We were in a vehicle and Swanny was on foot. Pedestrians always have the right of way so we stopped and watched Swanny plod down the inside lane at a very leisurely pace. Last seen heading west!
On to the open house and the birthday girl who took it all with her usual aplomb. She generously shared her blueberries and bits of bread and any other food she could get her hands on with all who seemed interested. She even managed a tiny sip of prosecco but didn't care for it. When we left she was meeting and greeting and looking forward to more birthday grub.
I wonder if the swan was an omen for her future. Were I a Roman I would know this but my Roman ancestry is far away and long, long ago. I have no idea what a swan on one's birthday could mean. If anyone does know I would be pleased to hear from you.
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To the Romans it may have portended a good meal, they liked to eat swan. To Lohengrin it meant a boattrip and hanky-panky with Elsa.
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