Our local swan pond is a cesspool of intrigue, violent intimidation, and general disagreeableness. It's nesting time, and the two long-time permanent residents of the pond (Ma and Pa Kettle) don't like company -- not even their own offspring. The "kids" (the offspring) are under constant pressure from Ma and Pa. All these guys have had their wings clipped, so they can't really fly -- just race across the pond like Hughes' Spruce Goose in an all-out charge on interlopers. It makes for some entertaining afternoons. This guy was actually coming across the pond at me, despite the fact that I was feeding them their daily ration of feed corn. He actually tried to bite the hand that feeds him -- swans are pretty slow.

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