Say hello to my little friend

The Swan of Avon
Stratford, ON
August 2012
Thematic. On The Water. Here.

We met her as we walked along Stratford's famous Avon River just before taking in a play. We felt so, so, cultured that we booked the tickets and took an entire evening to drive to this delightful center of stage life. This is something we'd been meaning to do for some time, but just never got around to it. Now that we were finally here, the swans were the topper, as they're somewhat iconic in a place that's already iconic enough.

I'm sure she had no idea why everyone made such a fuss over her, though. She's just a bird. A big, beautiful bird, mind you, but a bird all the same. She knows nothing of theatrical history or the heavyweights in the fancy-looking theatres just across the grass behind her who tread the boards, and those who watch them from the plush seats.

Maybe it's just as well that she's perfectly oblivious to the mystique of this place. Maybe she's perfectly happy cruising the placid waters with her flock mates on a warm summer's evening. Maybe it can be as simple as that.

Your turn: What should we name her?