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Weasel and the Swan


Today I played the banjo to a swan for an hour. There were three of them in the big field behind the house, but two of them flew away while I was fetching my ‘jo. Have you ever heard a swan fly? It’s like heavy machinery. Whuff-whuff-whuff-whuff.

I intended to write a song especially for him. I was going to call it There’s a Swan in the Big Field Behind the House. But I suck at composing so, really, I just played some of my favorite odd chords at him before settling down to a standard bluegrass repertoire.

First he stood on one leg for a while. Then he stood on the other leg for a while. Then he tucked his head under his wing and had a little kip. Then his friends came back and they all flew off together.

A most enjoyable afternoon.

Have a good Easter, everyone!


Comment from durnedyankee
Time: April 14, 2017, 9:04 pm

I’d heard Her Majesty’s Swans prefer kipping on their back.
Beautiful birds swans, lovely plumage.

Comment from Deborah HH
Time: April 14, 2017, 10:27 pm

The Weasel and Swan sounds like a good name for a pub. Maybe you can compose a drinking song for a weasel and swan instead of an ode. I wondered about the swans, if enough baby swans had survived to adulthood (the ones Uncle Badger photographed—last spring? I can’t remember). I meant to ask ask about them when the bird quarantine was enacted.

Comment from Can’t Hark My Cry
Time: April 14, 2017, 11:12 pm

Aaaaahhhhh! I needed, at the end of this week,to experience the HUGE smile that brought to my face! Wish there were video of weasel playing to swan, but I guess that would create some serious problems with anonymity; I’ll just have to imagine it, I guess…

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: April 14, 2017, 11:14 pm

You have heard of the story Leda and the Swan, havent you? I’ve seen some rather anatomically correct statues of old Leda and her Swan-man — mostly in Italy. 🙂

If you like playing to critters, seals/otters enjoy guitar music on the beach and will stick their heads out and listen. I’m sure they would love banjo, too.

Comment from dissent555
Time: April 15, 2017, 3:27 am

Did I make it in time for the Ace-lanche!

Was there/will there be an earth-shattering KABOOM?

Comment from S. Weasel
Time: April 15, 2017, 9:13 am

Ric Fan: I was thinking of the Renaissance obsession with Leda and the swan when I chose that headline. I thought about making a SAXY, SAXY joke about it, but I couldn’t think of one.

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: April 15, 2017, 3:10 pm

April had her baby! 🙂

Comment from Niña
Time: April 16, 2017, 4:58 am

Finally! And he looks healthy, too.

Happy Easter, everyone!

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: April 16, 2017, 4:21 pm

Nina: He came out so tiny and appears to have double in size in less than 24 hours.

Happy Easter to you and everyone, too. 🙂

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: April 16, 2017, 10:13 pm

Anybody lose an Archbishop?

Remains of five ‘lost’ Archbishops of Canterbury found


Why do coffins in underground crypts always look like they’ve just been thrown in? Earthquakes? Shifting foundation? Flooding? (tho I see no evidence of wetness).

Comment from Feynmangroupie
Time: April 17, 2017, 1:13 am

Stoaty, have you seen this http://m.imgur.com/gallery/JCahp

Happy Easter!

Comment from Ric Fan
Time: April 17, 2017, 12:28 pm

They weighted and took photos of themselves with the baby giraffe yesterday. I cd understand weighing him but the photos? Mom is frantically pacing in the other pen. When done, keeper opened gate and ran out before he got a good stomping.


Interestingly, she let 1 female keeper in to examine her calf while she was present. Less threatening than the others, I assume.

Comment from Niña
Time: April 17, 2017, 8:46 pm

I think she likes that female keeper best. Hormones, probably. 😇

Comment from jack frazier
Time: April 18, 2017, 3:52 am

is this what you were playing?


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