Slowly traipsing around the house to wake up, brewing coffee, cradling a warm cup between my palms I move over to the front window. Looking out across the river Charente, I contemplate the quiet Christmas village under the arch and notice five white animals. The dog soon disappears, while the swans continue to drift lazily […]Read more "Christmas Swans Swimming"
Watching our swans on the Charente river.Read more "Adieu My Little Cygnets"
Watching swans swimming.Read more "Swans or Swann’s or a cygnet watched"