Hi dear reader,
My window looks out over a small harbour. Centre Rotterdam, a place of exceptional natural beauty. I hear the sounds of busy birds. On an old tree trunk, floating in the river two coots are building a nest. With the precision of craftsmen branches are put together into a curious building.
Where are the swans? I haven't seen them this year. I am at the lookout for them, until suddenly the couple paddles into the harbour. Two? No young ones?
Suddenly the wings are lifted and splash, splash, splash ... a row of feathered balls jumps of the back of mama swan, and land in the water. The parents guard the dangerous road to the big river. I watch how the chicks get swimming lessons. A jolly chaotic bobbing and twittering. The swans watch their offspring, and each other. Their necks form a perfect heart. In the heart I see the tweeting chicks.
This resembles a sugar sweet marriage card, but this is real, it happens before my eyes. Tears in my eyes because of the supernatural beauty of the scene. Where is my photocamera, always gone when you need it. Then a heron squeaks, and flies off from the scaffold pole, over the swan family. The peace is disturbed.
The wings of mama swan go up, the chicks jump back on her back and dissappear under the feathers. The swans paddle and disappear around the corner.