I did find a mute swan in town yesterday, but it was taking a break from the water, so that could explain why I didn’t spot it Saturday when I merely looked down the canals.
It seemed perfectly content to sit right there, between a parked bicycle and a park car, and preen its feathers. It hardly paid any attention to passersby.
The water in the canal right there had a skin of ice on it, so perhaps our hero took the path of least resistance and hopped up on shore in hopes that the “heat” of the “day” would fix that problem, but I’m not sure the “sun” yesterday was up to the job.
Good luck, Sweetie!
Signs of Life in Estabrook Park 