Monday, 8 November 2010

Danger - low-flying swans

Half-a-dozen mute swans heaved their wings out of the water, smacking the surface several times as their bodies lumbered into the air above the small loch at St Mary's on Orkney's East Mainland.

The pig farmer, enjoying a brief birdwatching break before heading back to Westray, felt lukewarm winter morning sunshine on the back of his neck as he watched them recover their poise and circle gracefully over the water before heading inland just above head height. . . towards the main road between St Margaret's Hope and Kirkwall.

Having watched Wolverhampton Wanderers for many years, the pig farmer has a keen nose for an impending disaster, and he didn't like the look of this at all.

The swans swooped low over the road on the Kirkwall side of the bend by the B&B, turning to head back to the lake. Five set out over the reeds that surround the loch, but the last of the six turned with the speed and agility of an Eddie Stobart truck and was straightening up just in time to make contact with the front of a builder's van heading towards the town.

Van stopped dead and swan went plummeting into the reeds. The pig farmer/birdwatcher hurried over to see what, if anything, could be done. The swan was sitting, looking a little startled (well, wouldn't you?), but obviously still alive. The pig farmer/birdwatcher/animal lover wondered whether to approach and check the damage, but he'd heard something about swans being good at kung fu (or was it jujitsu?) and he decided to wait and see.

Sure enough, after a few trial flaps, he stumbled off towards the water, barging a group of widgeon out of the way as he did so.

"He looks all right," the pig farmer/birdwatcher/animal lover/insensitive oaf called over to the van driver who had just emerged.

"Oh that's good. . . really great," he replied, leaning on the back door of the van. He sagged visibly and went a little green around the gills. "Have a look at this," he said, taking me around the front of the van where there was a lot of dent and fresh air where the windscreen and bonnet had been.

Do swans have insurance?

10 comments:

moreidlethoughts said...

Blimey! You say you're taking a break and then you bounce back with this!
Not your swan-song, is it?

(I do feel for that van man.)

elizabethm said...

Hey I thought you'd gone! Just can't top the swansong comment. Awesome.

Frith said...

Whew. We had similar encounters with kangaroos and wallabies one a long trip through the North Queensland outback, when I was about 10.
Glad you're back Malc!

Dave said...

Good thing pigs can't fly, eh?

Lindsay said...

Many moons ago Husband and I were driving down M4 in the pouring rain and a swan clearly mistook the road for a lake and landed. How everyone avoided the bird with no accidents was amazing.

rachel said...

Ha! You are the pig farmer and you are a blogaholic.... Couldn't stay away, could you! That's a relief to us, I must say.

Arabella said...

No road kill -aww. You could have eaten like kings!

Richard said...

Wonder if his insurance would cover that? At least he had a witness. Would have been an even more interesting post had the swan bought it. Are you meant to report it if you kill one?

Yorkshire Pudding said...

TWO SWANS...BOTH CALLED PETER:-
Peter Swan (born 8 October 1936, South Elmsall, Yorkshire) was a professional footballer whose career lasted from 1952 until 1974. Swan made 299 appearances for Sheffield Wednesday plus two as substitute, he was a regular in the England national side for two years between May 1960 and May 1962.

Peter Harold Swan (born 28 September 1966) is an English former footballer who played as a defender and centre forward. He played for Leeds United, Hull City, Port Vale, Plymouth Argyle, Burnley, Bury and York City.

Malc said...

Thanks for the kind comments. Amazing what happens when you stop trying so hard, isn't it.

Richard - although the Royal protection thing dates back to the 15th century and therefore applies only to England, you are expected to report a dead or injured swan to the SSPCA.

YP - thanks. One can never have enough sporting trivia.