While wandering on the York university campus, we were accosted by some black swans, who apparently knew that Andrew had pocketed some Wheatabix (like Shredded Wheat, but much much better) in the cafeteria for me. Ok, Ok, I admit it. I lured them shamelessly. Andrew dared me by saying they would never come out of the water. What ensued was a slow sort of dance between us. (Not me and Andrew, me and the swans! Andrew won't dance, even when he's had a bunch of cider.) They ate directly from my palm and let me touch their necks, as long as I moved slowly. Andrew took a great movie of it, but yet again, he turned the camera sideways, so the moment will be perpetually askew. Sigh. You would think a rocket scientist would be able to figure this out. We'll see how it goes with the next one...
Yes, it is the quintessential Ugly Duckling!
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