Yes you read right, I am about to tell you the tale of the barking swan, I would suggest you sit comfortably and ready your self with your chosen beverage (I recommend Gin) for the tale I am about to tell.
Any of you die hard readers or Twitter followers (Thank you firstly!), may of noticed I have a tiny bit of an obsession with the Marina swans. I actually love them, I love feeding them, I love sitting out on the edge of the boat with them bobbing beside me watching the World go by.
They currently have four adorable cygnets, who are growing at the speed of light. There’s the background, now time for the tale to begin …
On Sunday afternoon we had returned from a couple of nights away with James’ racing, the sun was shining, the fridge was filled with cider, and so we sat out on the deck, beer in hand and watched the world go by. The dogs were tied to the boat so they could partake in a bit of sunbathing without running away (Honestly they love us).
That’s when I saw my feathered friends waddling down to the waters edge. I readied the peas for the Royal Highness’s imminent arrival. Now we have being trying to get the girls more used to the wildlife they encounter around the canals, particularly after Rosie’s previous hobby of bird killing, they barely bat an eyelid at ducks now however this was to be the first swan encounter.
The girls were not sure at all by these ginormous winged critters who their mum was cooing over and feeding. There was a little bark and a lot of sideways head tilting trying to work out what these were.
Unfortunately the girls were not comfortable and after another bark we decided to pop them inside the boat until the swans had bobbed off. That’s when it all started to happen. Her Royal Highness BARKED like a dog barks. James and I looked at each other not believing what we were hearing, and whilst I took some videos unfortunately none came out clear enough to make it out. Thinking it was a one off and we had heard wrong we laughed it off, but no queenie kept on making a barking noise even as she, her prince and her cygnets bobbed off to the other side of the marina.
I can only imagine she was communicating with the girls, and laughing at how they got put inside whilst she was being fed by their mum!
Next time she’s around I’ll be ready to capture this on camera, but until then spread the word, The Tale of the barking Swan will be an urban myth within weeks! Until then feast on some adorable Swan & Cygnet pics!
James & Kirsty