DRAMA AT THE POND

on my morning walk. It started peacefully enough. I walked my round as usual.
I saw the swan pair with the four goslings, quietly swim and eat, it is true the father swan chased away the heron from the place where they wanted to eat.
I followed my path to the meadow where the odd 24 geese were, with the two babies. The gardener mowed the place in big rounds and eventually the geese had enough of being chased by the sound of the mower and they all slipped in the ditch.
I had to go round a block of apartments to follow them. I heard a lot of bird cries and at one of the ponds the gulls were fighting for a piece of bread.
The swan family was there too.
Suddenly I saw father swan swim with wing feathers high up towards the ditch where the geese were swimming. Angrily he began to chase the geese, up on the shore some went, others did run away over the water. The two babies did their best to keep safe.
The chasing went on and on till the geese had fled to the meadow where I first had seen them. I went there too and did not see the babies with them.
I felt quite a shock, could it be true that they had drowned by the almighty swan?
But look, there came the mother and helped one of the babies at the waterfront.
I stood in awe for a while and then happily saw the other baby swift swimming, squeaking as loud as she could.
She was clever enough to come ashore and as the mother quacked too, they found each other.
But the drama went on. As I followed my way I saw the backs of the swan parents moving ardently, their fronts in the reed. As I looked what was going on, the people that had watched the chasing stood in their little gardens at the other side and cried to me: the swans are killing a goose that is hidden there where you stand. Near the gate is a long stick of a tree and you must chase the swans away.
And indeed I found the stick and began pointing it to the swans. Till they had left the ditch. Then I lloked for the goose and softly told her that all was safe now.
Her feet were stuck in the mud, but she could free herself. But she was very shaky and stayed hidden for some time.
Father swan back in town!!!
Wow, I was shaken by all the commotion and slowly went home again.

My haiku:

Dear, oh dear, let me
Help you, let me comfort you
War is over now

And the proverb:

Weak things united become strong.

Well the geese although with many became not strong at all. One of the coots nearby attacked the swan without avail of course.