|Romeo waiting for Juliet this week.|
She's in a sanctuary for injured swans in Washington state. I hear she rules the pond where she is free to leave whenever she is capable of flying.
The arrow loosed by some lunkhead pierced her wing and lodged in her breast and did damage to her wing muscles. They don't know if she'll fly again.
Remember the day you last saw her, the day Tern Lake was freezing? You waited and waited and circled and circled, even left the fleet and came back. But she couldn't join you.
|Juliet in the moonlight in a near-frozen lake.|
We helped her that cold autumn a few years ago. She was in the last open water on the lake and it froze solid that night. The next morning she was caught and taken to the Alaska Sea Life Center in Seward. (Boy, can she run fast!) They found her a temporary home at the sanctuary.
|Romeo this week.|
We watch for you every spring and autumn, and you always come back. Keep doing so, Romeo, Maybe someday she'll be here waiting for you.