Showing posts from May, 2012

Calls in life

Life like a train takes us into a journey and through it we meet many people. This trip has a beginning we are barely aware of, nor can we control the end stop. During this travel all things change: the landscapes, the people we will travel with, and the pace of the moving train.Nested in the train with our family we will learn our basic social skills, enjoy fluffy, grassy plains outside the window. Love and the warmth of our relatives will let us learn to stay in healthy relationships throughout our lives. During our journey, flat lowlands will turn into rolling hills, impressive mountains and torrential rivers, sometimes rapidly, sometimes slowly.We will meet and lose people; some of them will become part of our experiences, others dissolve in the morning fog. Some, like members of our family will stay in our hearts and smile at us at night.

Swans’ family

I have found a beautiful picture with a pen, a cob and cygnets, right as I saw them in the Epping Forest in the afternoon.
Parents are quite territorial, usually mate for life and defend babies ferociously.
Cygnets have black bills and are covered with whitish grey or brownish fluffy down.
The number of eggs in each clutch ranges from 3 to 8, though I saw the pictures with even more cygnets.

Plumage of swan can vary between white and black, to my knowledge at least, and their beaks from red to black.
Pen with cod are devoted parents and sometimes give a ride to their babies.

Swans have webbed feet and the moment of landing on water with a bird flapping its wings is amazing really.