“When turkeys mate, they think of swans.” Johnny Carson
A few misadventures looking in the rain for the one place that would sell the rarer type of pumpkins I needed, brought us to a wooded street with houses, if any, hidden deep beyond our view. Between the rain with its dark full clouds and the lush far-reaching branches and tendrils, the street seemed about to be reclaimed by nature. Hidden in the tangle of my directionally-challenged mind (I do not have a GPS) was the fear that we were really lost this time.
And then it didn’t matter. A small pond on one side of the road played host to two of the most gorgeous (their color white and dense like fresh, snow ball-making snow) and close-at-hand swans. It took some fast digging in the toxic heap of my pocketbook while simultaneously pulling to the side of the road to unearth my camera-companion. My step daughter had found hers minutes earlier.
We would have sprung from the car, but we were afraid to scare the birds, so we emerged slowly and so quietly, so carefully, only to be accosted by the cacophony of a bunch of busy-bodied, pompadoured ducks hidden in the reeds on the other side of the road. Their apparently freshly coifed hair (think Snooki in platinum) bobbed on their heads as they waddled and contemplated whether we were friend or foe, or whether we might be bearing gifts of food, or simply a distraction. We were a distraction. They were comic relief. And though white as snow etc., too, they were undignified enough to be unworthy of the glowing descriptions we attributed to the swans.
We crossed the street to the pond looking for the perfect serene shot. The swans did not oblige. They swam in closer to us making it near impossible to capture the reds and oranges of the fall foliage that bordered the pond. The foliage and the fowl shot was not meant to be, but the proximity to the graceful swans was exciting in its potential for a stunning photograph.
“Oh, look, they’re getting out of the pond”
“Oh, look how big their feet are.”
“Oh, lookout! It’s trying to bite Leisa.”
“Oh, look, it’s coming closer to me, what a great shot.”
“Oh, look it’s so close I could pat its head.”
“Oh, lookout! It’s chasing me down the street.”
Like other beautiful creatures, these swans (and from what I hear most swans) developed a disdain for the paparazzi…
…but those ducks on the other hand, seem kind of cute, they really are a rich white color and have a good sense of humor.”
© 2011 by Alison Colby Campbell