Because I Love Them

An arduous trek through freshly fallen snow to feed my swan friends. A story from Lori:

Firstly, there is no place to leave my car. Figuring on this, I brought my own shovel and dug out a spot a bit too close to the road, but the snow is heavy, and I was already tired by the time I parked.

Secondly, there is a field of freshly fallen snow to traverse. Of course it’s beautiful. But every footstep goes down over a foot, and it’s a very long field to cross to get to the pond in back. And as I mentioned, I’m already exhausted.

a monkey has been here before me

At the end of the field, to enter the woods, there is a bramble of NONE SHALL PASS nonsense that somehow has to be manuevered. I have been bitch slapped more than once.

The woods, very pretty, hold a marshy swamp like crossing which one has to ford, or get very wet indeed, so while you’re thinking you’re getting closer, it is NOT getting easier, lolol.

And way at the very end (which, if you’re lucky enough to live there, is most likely the beginning) is a goose. They’re so greedy, they hover like sharks to snatch the swan’s food and annoy me but have decided it isn’t nice to enjoy the swans and not the geese so have stopped my haranguing them.

And here is the moment which made the exhaustion worth it, Buzz coming across the ice to meet me.

Bella and Buzz, looking a wee bit haggard after the storm. How they sit in that water all night with the howling winds and plummeting temps is something I’ll never understand

On the way out, I plunked everything down in the snow and took a pic of the picturesque little boathouse.

One more shot of the field, on the way out. Pond on the other side of those trees.