My only acquaintance with Black Swan had been the Australian red wines we like to buy.
But today, I met another black swan, not native to Canada, whose fame went before him. My husband had told me of this black swan who lived by the pond on the property of a friend who was a sausage maker. We had gone to pick up a Christmas ham and on the way back down the driveway, running out towards us was the black swan. I grabbed the camera to snap a photo of him but he seemed to have disappeared.
Then I heard a thumping sound near the back of my car. My husband said, “We should get going. He’ll try to eat your tires.”
As I rolled the window down, I heard a woman yelling at me from way up the road, “Just drive away or he’ll beat your car up.”
She turned back and shook her head slowly. I knew I should drive away, but it was worth it to me to get a few dings in the fender if I could only get a photo of the swan.