Recently in swan Category

I was walking Cowboy and Tess through our neighborhood park this morning when we were spat at by a swan? A goose? Or something. I'm not entirely sure what she was, but she had a very long neck and she was clearly irritated by our attempts to pass through her territory, disturbing her morning snooze. My colleague Sandy Mazza, who says she was once almost attacked by a swan, says it's a swan. So there you go.

But whatever she was, there she sat, right in the middle of the walkway. We waited. I tried talking to her. She wasn't much interested. I wondered if we should just turn back, it was one of these creatures, after all, that came stalking right toward us last time we tried this maneuver. (We turned tail pretty quick that time.)

Eventually, she spit at us some more and then honked as she reluctantly rose from her spot and moved (sort of) off to the side, allowing us to walk by.  Talk about being in a foul mood.

Cowboy and Tess were much more interested in the squirrels, of course. But I had the sense we ruined the feathered Missy's day.