The curve of a swan’s neck.
The curve of wings.
In close-up: The curves in the feathers.
I heard an Aboriginal man on radio say there were once huge flocks of black swans on the East Coast of Australia. Before the Europeans came.
Now we name a football club after them.
While they are not listed as endangered, they are a protected species. You can see them along the South Coast but there are no longer flocks darkening the Sydney skies.
Last year there was great excitement among Sydneysiders when just two black swans nested in Sydney Park and raised three cygnets to adulthood.
Henry and Matilda and their offspring attracted a loyal fan club. There’s even a Facebook page.
There was some consternation when Henry and Matilda left, but it turned out they were sojourning only a few kilometres away on the Cooks River.
There was more excitement when they returned to Sydney Park a month or two ago – would they be nesting again?
I guess that was their plan, but there is no happy ending to this story. Yesterday, even while I was drafting this post, I heard that Henry had been mauled and killed by a dog.
Were we pinning too much hope on these birds, imagining swans might reclaim Sydney?
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