Cygnet Time!

We had out-of-town friends visiting on Sunday, and took them to the Kellogg Bird Sanctuary (only a few miles from our house as the goose flies.) A pair of trumpeter swans had three almost-full-grown cygnets at the back pond, away from the honking geese, the ever-present mallards, and other water fowl. Our friends sprung for some corn to share with the birds, and we still had a little when we reached the swan family. The cygnets had no clue about what to do with the yellow stuff that we tossed in their direction, but one of the parents soon came over and demonstrated. It was great fun watching them learn to eat a new kind of food. That experience inspired the draft of this poem:

Cygnets at the Pond

Curious cygnets swim along the shore
as visitors approach the pond,
tossing corn in their direction.

Ungainly in their gray coats,
they paddle with oversized feet.
Long necks stretch over the water’s surface.
Beaks stay shut while corn sinks below.

Mama Swan spots the intruders,
makes a bee-line to her uncertain youngsters.
Papa splashes and bathes
in the background.

Mama bends her neck. Dip. Peck.
Her strong bill aims and retrieves a prize.
She repeats the performance over and over:

Dip. Peck. Swallow.
Dip. Dip. Peck. Swallow.
Dip. Dip. Peck. Peck. Swallow.

Visitors throw more corn.
Her gray trio watches intently.
Finally one joins in, followed by the others–

Dip. Peck. Miss.
Dip. Dip. Peck. Miss.
Dip. Dip. Peck. Peck. Miss.
Dip. Dip. Dip. Peck. Peck. Peck. Swallow!

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16 thoughts on “Cygnet Time!

  1. Buffy, the repetitive ending to your poem makes me want to sit by the pond and wait for the geese. When they do come it is like a convention with different groups enjoying the chatter and fluffing of wings. I am in awe of this group that often walks in groups of 20 or more. You inspired me to not only capture the scene but write about it.

  2. Truly a delight — hearing about your experience and then reading your poem. Now I’ll be thinking of “dip peck swallow” for the rest of the day . . . 😀

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  3. Buffy, I love the gorgeous action shot you caught of the swan. Stunning! Your observations about the cygnets were fascinating. I would have assumed that they would have known what to do instinctively.

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  4. Hurrah for “Dip. Dip. Dip. Peck. Peck. Peck. Swallow!”. I’ve watched a number of reels showing animal parents teaching. It is great that you saw and captured it in your poem, Buffy, and as I looked at the pics, the photos show it clearly, too! Animals know exactly what they need to do, don’t they? I’ll see if I can get over to join in the drawing for your book, but you should be excited, too, that I already have it coming from my library! They don’t always have new books I know about, but they have ordered yours! Can’t wait to read it!

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