Update on the swan that went walkabout

A few weeks ago I wrote about the swan who walked along a county road at dusk - about half a mile from the Beaver River - a long walk on a cold winter afternoon by any stretch. A young woman arrived at my door - apparently I have the reputation of being something of a rescuer. She was worried because the swan wouldn't stay off the road - obviously it was easier for it to walk on the road than in the deep snow. What to do?

This incident could have ended sadly but instead had a happy ending with a local fellow who has a pair of swans coming to the rescue.

He kept the swan overnight in his garage, let it rest from its long walk and fed it, then released it onto the river - as seen in this photograph.

The swan happily goes onto the river accompanied by the resident pair.

Yesterday I called to find out what has happened to the swan. You can imagine my delight to learn the following:

Since that day - the swan has been joined by a Canada goose. They have become buddies. The goose has a damaged wing - so the pair of earthbound birds are natural friends I guess.

The story is that when the gentleman who has temporarily adopted the bird fills the feeder in the morning, the swan and her (it has been referred to as a female) friend the goose are first to arrive for breakfast. They are followed by six ducks that live on the river as well. Then the resident swans are the final morning feeders. Of course I've been told that there is never any surety that the order will remain the same and the adopting couple have had a whole lot of pleasure watching who comes to the feeder throughout the day.

Here the swan reaches for some cracked corn in the feeder in the snow - happily settled into her new home.

My thanks go out to the owners of "The Karat Klub" wholesale distributors of fine jewelry who have big hearts and a made a lost swan feel welcome enough to find a new friend and a new home.

Some true stories just make me feel so great - almost too good to be true - don't you agree?

Two pals

Coffee came to me back in the late 80s - she was a husky/border collie cross rescue that I wrote about a few months ago. She was a favourite of many of my friends, though she could be a bossy boots.

One of the animals that came into our family, also a rescue, was the recipient of a lot of Coffee's bossiness... Hercules was a terrific Labrador retriever/pointer cross, but if he didn't mind "the boss" she'd be on him, yapping at him or growling her displeasure until he licked her muzzle and said "Okay boss."

Herculese came from a family where all the kids had grown and left home. The mother worked and was gone all day sometimes having to stay late at her job. She felt sorry for him and thought he needed more company. She found a home for him through a friend of mine. But that didn't quite work out for the dog. He was only about 6 or 7 when my friend asked if I would take him under my wing.

I lived in the country, had Coffee as my assistant trainer and welcomed Hercules into the family. He was a super dog, loved to go for walks, to hunt - though he never caught anything that I know of, and to play. He was however, the one who prompted my purchasing Invisible Fence when I finally bought my own home. When we moved up here, he went visiting everywhere. I was so worried with the busy county road we faced and also wasn't sure how he'd react to the cattle in the field immediately across that road. Would he chase them? Would he wander away? Would he be killed while running on the road? So I bought the system. And have never looked back. I'm a big booster...it's saved many of the dogs that have come to live with me,  but it was all thanks to Herculese and his friendly gregarious personality.

It was a shock when he began limping one day after we'd been here about five years. His muzzle had turned more gray and he seemed to be in terrible pain. A visit to the vet proved he had bone cancer. Poor animal. We helped him out of pain right away of course, one of my very sad moments.

More about the increasing amount of cancer occurring in animals in a future blog. I find it very worrying - it's not only people who are showing up with this hideous disease, but our animal friends as well, and who knows what and how many farm animals bred for food experience this horror?

But the story today is about Herculese and how rescuing an animal from an unhappy situation, whether it's a shelter or the "owner's " circumstances have changed, whatever it is - rescue is such a rewarding thing to do. This dog was a fabulous, loving companion.

I'll never forget him and his warm brown eyes that seemed to take in everything and be saying, "I'll be a good dog, what do you want me to do?" from the moment he came to stay with me. What more can you ask from a dog who has been handed round? A second hand dog. He was tied for first in my family along with his friends  the cats and his pal Coffee.