We lived in Germany, near the Mosel, for three years. There were LOTS of swans there. I had always thought of swans as beautiful and graceful until I saw one walking around on the ground. The darn thing was sleeping in the middle of a section of road that was difficult to see. We decided to try to shew it back toward the water. It stood up and put it's wings out and was rocking back and forth, looking anything BUT graceful. Then, it started running, head down with beak forward, and dove to attack my 2 year old son! Luckily, my husband grabbed him out of the way in the nick of time. Darned thing!

The combo of the uneven deck planks, the folded carpet, and her heels looks like an accident waiting to happen.

Well composed, except for that nasty rug on the dock. What were they thinking?

Her face appears to be a mask over great strain and anguish, perhaps loss and distress. Feeding the swans every day brings quiet relief and needed distraction.

Oh, Shorpy, your pop-culture references never fail to amaze and amuse me. This title - Miss Swan - immediately took me back to the good old days of 1997 and Mad TV. Okay yeah.

That placid trio will be upset when she gets up to leave; they love their treats.