February 13th – And on the canal further on, the usual characters are regrouping for the spring rituals. Soon, shady aggressive beggars like this lad will be building nests and chasing off any unwelcome visitors.
For now he was grumpy with me because I had no food.
He glared and honked at me from the water, his contempt at my lack of largesse painfully clear.
To swans, I will always be a disappointment.
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