Black swans and cravings
I saw a pair of black swans yesterday. I had no idea swans could even be black - let alone seen one before. They were smaller than white swans and completely black, with long red beaks. These two looked like they were preparing to build a nest as well, in underneath a curtain of long green tassells of weeping willow down at the edge of a pond. One of them shovelling up bits of reed and dried leaves and grass with their bright red beaks, the other shaking it all out into loose piles.
Apparently it's a phrase too, a noun: 'a black swan'. Didn't know that either.
One week until Lent is over and I can eat chocolate again. It's all I can think about recently.