Walking over the bridge I was greeted by a collection of swans that must have decided that I was going to give them lunch, because they all started to come towards me. It was only after I had offered my most profuse apologies that they realised I was of no use to them that they turned away from me in disgust and resumed normal grazing.
It turns out that a few swans I called a bevy. A lot of swans is called a bank. A group of swans in flight is called a wedge. I’m going to guess that around 40 or more swans is at least a bank.
We went to a birthday party today. The husband of a friend and former colleague of Elayne’s, 60th birthday. A very pleasant afternoon and evening.
Bills Posts 