The Swans on the River Dart and Freya Rose Blossom.

We had visitors last weekend. I had plenty of attention. (as if you aren't always the centre of attention)

Mark and Becca know how special they both are to me. 

Frankie de tabby is alright, but it's not as if he ever involves himself in after dinner small talk when we have visitors.
Unless it's to ask for something else to eat after he has made his rounds from chair to chair under the table.

Some of us are just natural born conversationalist's. (even though they shouldn't be there and their ears dangle on the table).

Some are born to be cuddle bunnies..

Swans aren't natural conversationalist's or cuddle bunnies as far as I am concerned.

I found that out yesterday on a walk beside the river Dart. 

Swans only hiss and aren't very polite.

They only had to hiss once, that was enough for me to know they weren't big seagulls and not to be messed with.  (just as well the camera battery ran out, or it might have shown you up to your ears in mud on the river bank)

The lesson here.... I never chase anything on or out of the river by the river bank, especially if it's bigger than me and not a good conversationalist. (lesson learnt)

Luvs Freya Rose Blossom X