Not wild, fortunately

Beatrix (the Irish Wolfhound) and family. On my way to the meadows I met this family who asked if I was local. Only twenty yards from my front door I had to admit that I was. Some weeks ago they had watched an egg hatching by this wall, had come back expecting to show their daughter some cygnets and were dismayed  to hear that they had seen the only one to hatch and that it hadn't survived.
For Cailleach's  Wild Wednesday.