Traffic zoomed by us, distracted and weary. It was late afternoon; the sun played peek-a-boo with a few low hanging clouds, and the wind was downright rude in its behavior.
My studley husband had our dog, Booker, on leash as I walked alongside trying not to get tangled in the twenty-six feet of retractable line. Booker likes to weave, and I swear I end up walking twice the distance as I try to avoid his meanderings.
Despite â€œthe leash-danceâ€ walking our dog isÂ a time of conversation, reconnection, and decompression. On this day my husband was sharing a work story when a swan, a huge swan, came into view.
(S)he was leisurely swimming in our creek, and seemed nonplussed by our standing nearby with mouths agape. (S)he was just so regal I had a hard time speaking whole words. I think some grunts and gasps came out, and my husband responded in kind. Booker on the other hand, wanted a closer look and wasnâ€™t going to wait around for us. His sled-dog genetics went to work and he headed down the incline towards the creek.
I watched, almost as if in slow motion, my husband yanked forward nearly off of his feet. If he were in a cartoon the sound would have been, â€œZoink!â€
My husband yelped a little, and then I think he meant to say, â€œBooker, no!â€ But it came out as â€œBoo-noorâ€ or some such mutation.
Instead of leaping to rescue my husband as he plowed toward the creek like a zombie water skier , I helpfully said, â€œDonâ€™t scare the swan.â€
Several more â€œBoo-noorâ€™sâ€ shattered the afternoon quiet before Booker, indeed, stopped. Therefore my disheveled husband also stopped.
The swan looked at us with a certain amount of apathy. Maybe it was tired, maybe it was lost, or maybe it thought â€œboo-noorâ€ meant welcome. I donâ€™t know, and I donâ€™t care. It was just plain cool to be this close, unintentionally or not.
As we headed home I felt a warm connection to nature, to my husband, and to Boo-noor. It was the best part of my day.
P.S. I went back hoping to get a photograph, but by then the swan had found its way from the creek to the lake. Dang it!