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Perry J. Greenbaum 🇨🇦 🦜's avatar

Here is a recent Nature memory. It is from my story about George the Mute Swan, which I posted here some time ago.

It was an unlikely friendship. A human and a swan, a mute swan (Cygnus olor) to be precise. It began simply enough in the spring of 2019, when my wife and I decided to take a walk to Mill Pond, which was close to the house at the time.

My oldest son went with us once to Mill Pond, a few years after George and I became friends. George was swimming in the middle of the pond, about 60 to 75 metres away. I told my son that if George saw me, he would come to extend his greetings and also get some lettuce. My son said something like, “No, he won’t; he doesn’t know who you are. And he’s only a swan.”

George came, swimming in his elegant way and reached the shore, where I promptly greeted him. Then lettuce. My son never again said, “he’s only a swan.” That swan was George the Mute Swan, my friend. Now, I know people say that you can’t be friends with a swan, or a bird, or a cat, or a dog, or with another species. Why not? Are they not all sentient beings? Who says what a friendship is? Who gets to define its limitations and its boundaries?

This continued for three years. The friendship of George and I. I did not know how old George was. I did not know much about him. But then again, I didn’t have to; some friendships are like that—happy to spend time with each other, even if there is not much talking taking place.

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J. Paul Moore's avatar

A lovely Memory ❤️. I have so many stories and memories that keep me company. I'm thankful to Substack for allowing me to share some of them.

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