tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20734334.post-79304061976800886682008-03-16T16:31:00.011Z2008-03-31T15:07:27.048ZI 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.<br /><br />Apparently it's a phrase too, a noun: 'a black swan'. Didn't know that either. <br /><br />One week until Lent is over and I can eat chocolate biscuits again. It's all I can think about recently.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/20734334-7930406197680088668?l=wanderingscribe.blogspot.com'/></div>WanderingScribehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10144517552286428103noreply@blogger.com49