Around six o’clock each evening, the male swan (Cob) fluffed and preened and made a show out of his beautiful tail feathers. He formed a sturdy, fuller body and he tucked his fine head into his chest creating that classic curve in his neck.
As soon as the demure Pen spotted the randy Cob, she turned tail and paddled rapidly in the other direction. But as she created a little distance between them, she’d slow down and wiggle her tail feathers in a rather charming and seductive way.
We imagined the Cob having the same voice as Pepe, the amorous French skunk that strolls around Paris in springtime. In his exaggerated accent he refuses to take no for an answer!
The simple joys of the French Canals!