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Sven the Swan (Or Sven the Svan )

At my parents beach house we have a pair of Mute Swans living on our lake. Apparently Must Swans are not native to the southern Maryland area. Maryland had two Mute Swans from Europe that were brought her in captivity in the 60's and escaped. Those two swans had many more Must Swans and now we have a large population of these Swans in southern Maryland. (This was all just some history before I get in to my story.) So we have a pair of Mute Swans living on our lake. I've heard Swans mate for life but I now don't know if that is as cut and dry as it seems. Mommy and Daddy swan had 3 babies this year. All the babies died but one. I'd say the one that lived is around 2 months old or about the size of a large cat at this point. Well this past week a Bachelor Swan came to our lake and decided he wanted the female Swan for his own. The big feathered brute beat the daylights out of Daddy Swan and left him lonely and bleeding on the side of the road. Then he proceeds to shack up with Mommy swan. Suddenly Bachelor Swan decided that since Baby Swan wasn't one of his he did not want Baby Swan. So he begins to beat Baby Swan badly. Bachelor Swan breaks Baby Swans wing, plucks his feathers out & tried to drown him. During all this domestic abuse our neighbor Linda happens to be walking by. Out of habit she looks for Baby Swan and realizes that he's drowning as Bachelor Swan watched! She screamed for help. Myself along with about 5 others watched as she hauled a canoe across the road and took off across the pond to rescue Baby Swan. I was throwing small rocks in the water around Asshole Swan...I mean Bachelor Swan...to try to keep him from further harming the baby. Linda reaches in and grabs poor little Baby Swan by his fuzzy gray neck and pulls him out of the water. I was waiting on the side with a towel. I wrap up Baby Swan and carried him back to Linda's house. We rinsed him off with the hose to assess the damage. His poor little wing was broken and the bone was sticking out like a broken pencil. After some time Baby Swan ate some cracked corn, drank from the kiddy pool, and took a nap in the laundry basket. Early the next morning a bird rescuer came and took Baby Swan (whom I had named Sven the Svan) The vet had to amputate the wing. After his surgery, Sven was taken home to live happily ever after at the bird rescuers house amongst the other rescued birdies. The End.

posted by Jessiedc28 @ 12:52 PM