Whooper swans are so expressive, so wonderfully emotive. And he is no less this than one with fully functioning wings. He can feed fine, there's no damage to his legs so swimming (and walking) is a breeze. It's just flying. I hope that come autumn he'll welcome the others back and have a wonderful winter, but already (because I am human and this is what I do), I am worrying about next spring and about his heart breaking again.
I know that because he can swim, and is normally to be found on the water or on the island, approach is impossible. I know that catching him would (even if it were possible) cause untold stress. But still I know that all I want to do is make life easier for this bird: to fix him, to cure him and to give him the ability to catch up with his friends and family. But sometimes we cannot. At least he will survive and will hopefully be able to take the summer to exert a cure on himself. And who knows what the future will bring? Some peace to him, is something I wish for.
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