Here’s the story: It’s January when Ritchie turns up in the half-frozen pond at the heart of my tiny little Bavarian village, right across from my Mum’s place. Nobody knows where he came from or how he got there.
There’ve been ducks in that pond, water voles, carp, mosquitoes galore, but never ever a swan. Ritchie’s not even a swan, not yet anyway, he’s just a cygnet. It’s still winter and kids hurl snowballs at him, only to be told off by the neighbours who watch over his wellbeing 24/7.
Over the ensuing months, the ugly duckling turns into a beautiful big white bruiser, helped along by processions of people tossing him bread and table scraps.
Ducks keep dropping by, but they don’t hang around. Ritchie owns the pond now. He’s all by himself, a regal and lonesome presence gliding over the pond’s silvery green surface.
He likes it when people visit, he follows them round the water’s edge as they walk by. They talk to him. He enjoys their company. He enjoys it even more when they get the bread bag out. That may be part of his predicament – he’s too heavy to fly. People say they’ve watched him trying to take off, but without success. The pond, apparently, is too small to serve as a launch pad for fowl of his calibre. Other eyewitnesses report that he does take flight on occasions, but fails to gain sufficient height to clear fences, trees and other obstacles.
Once he goes missing for three days. A search party is launched, and he’s found, in a tiny little frog pool at the bottom of somebody’s backgarden. The whole village breathes a sigh of relief.
I met Ritchie for the first time last Thursday. It’s my first family visit since Christmas. I took these pictures:
The above is the last photo taken of Ritchie… since Sunday, he’s disappeared without a trace. It’s been six days! It’s a mystery. Everybody is worried. People still turn up at the pond every day, but now there’s nothing to feed but fat carp.
😦
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Oh no! Hope he comes back again soon 😦
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We’ve not given up hope quite yet… maybe he has somehow managed to make his way to the river, which is quite a long way away (for a swan on foot!), to join his own kind.
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Aw, let’s hope so.
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I sure hope so.
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It looks like Ritchie is a mute swan – they can only fly from the age of 4-5 months, so he may have plucked up his courage and flown away in the hope of finding a mate…
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That seems to be the favourite theory… shame that he’s a mute swan, otherwise he could have regaled his mate with tales of a very unconventional childhood 😉
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Oh no… I hope Ritchie’s just gone off to find himself a lady friend.
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The pull of the hormones is stronger than his gluttony. That’s where we differ, Ritchie and I 😉
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If it had been Italy I would be convinced he had been eaten. Italian eat everything from frogs to donkeys
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I did have a vision of him swimming in dark, rich gravy… with a moist chestnut stuffing…
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Mouth watering…
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Limoncello lollies for dessert…?
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what a good idea, I am struggling to get the cherry and grappa lollies to freeze
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Just… get the bottle… I mean bottleS!
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Red I think
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Gosh. I too am worried about Richie-let us know what happens. 😉
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If he turns up again, I shall post immediately 🙂
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Yassss. Thanks!
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Having you write a blog post about him is his swansong 😉
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Maybe I should do a final tweet…?
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Ha ha! Yes, I think he’d like that!
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He is magnificent. I hope he finds a lady friend and brings her back to the old neighborhood to raise little cygnets… if that’s what male swans do. I don’t know whether they hang around after the post-coital cigarette.
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I think swans pair for life… no escaping from parental duties 😉
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Ah, they are as romantic as they look 🙂
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Maybe he got tired of all the attention, you know! Maybe he got tired of all that bread and went on a low-carb diet.
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Or maybe someone tossed him some their leftover gluten-free loaf and he thought WTF is this?!?? I’m outta here!!!
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Why “Ritchie”?
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Hi Sue! I have absolutely no idea who came up with that moniker…or should that be swaniker…?
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What a beauty! I haven’t seen him. Wish I had 😦
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Neither have we… it’s been a week now 😦
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Oh, now I’m worried too! What a handsome creature he is. Do keep us all posted x
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Dazzling he was… and the kinky way he used to stick out his leg – adorable! 😉
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I love that the village has rallied around Ritchie. 🙂
I’m hoping that Ritchie was practicing his wing-flaps to get strong enough to take off. Though it seems like he had it quite good on this pond. I hear mute swans have voracious appetites.
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Wherever he is now, he’s bound to miss his pondservice team 😉
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Ok, this story is sad – btw, any updates? – but to me Ritchie looks like a vicious beast who cant wait to strike me…
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Hmmm…. maybe he did head east…!
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I’ll let you know if he shows up here. Such a handsome fellow. The ganders, drakes and roosters will be jealous.
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“The swan that crossed the dateline” – I can see the headline already 🙂
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Too heavy to fly, haha… Just be glad he doesn’t read your blog, or he might be flying south fast with a certain malevolent gleam in his eye.
Saludos,
Kim G
CDMX, México
Where the birds, like the dogs, come in mostly miniature varieties.
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