Sunday, 1 November 2015

Seven Swans a Swimming

I was walking along the riverbank the other day, lost in thought minding my own business, when this family of seven swans swooped low over my head and landed right in front of me on the River Clyde.

Now large birds like this make a helluva noise on the wing and they reminded me of the sound that wild turkeys make when they fly up and over the roof my friend Gil's house, in northern California, as they head up to roost for the night in the trees, out of the reach of predators.

So maybe this was an omen of some kind, maybe should I head for the 'bookies' and place a bet on a horse.