Last July, there were four swans at Southside Park in Woodstock.
A pair, with a cygnet, and a lonesome one.
One morning, Lonesome got too close,
and Daddy got mad.
He chased Lonesome half way across the pond,
while Mom sailed serenely on, carrying her cygnet.
Daddy came back, so proud of himself.
But it didn't last long...
I should have stayed to watch, because, when I was out of camera range, they took the fight onto the shore.