[tilmprarnerit]

Oh! The iniquity of it all!
If I wasn't using this borrowed office system,
if I was in my new residence, if online was activated,
I could add a photo or scan, of some serious swan feathers.

As a long distance bike-hike I go out of my way to get feathers for my collection.
It took many observations, and figuring out how to get there across a river,
but I was looking around where I regularly saw grey herons.
I thought it was a deer leg bone sticking out of the muddy bank,
but it was part of a wing. I took the skeleton, with only wingtip feathers intact,
back home and called birder friends in Port Dalhousie, known for their eagle watch.

They sent a conservation officer over to make sure I didn't kill it, an automatic $5,000 fine.
He knew the bird by that tag, saying it's one of 242 known trumpeter swans that migrate further north.
He measured the wingspan as 8'4", and the longest feathers are over 22" long.
Incredible. Even as a skeleton, that bird gave off a lot of character.

That's got me thinking now, thinking about ballet and this swan.
Maybe Keira Knightley, looking more gaunt, a little darker, could have had a part.
She could have been the swan that didn't go home, always in costume,
maybe instead of a Victor Hugo hunchback thing, hunchback being hot back then with industrial labour,
Keira could be more American, maybe lurking, maybe just always there,
coming out of a washroom or from under the subway, something like that.

Of course, Jack White is going to write a riff about this, coming out with "White's Swan", wiping up with that.
Jus'relayin'some sayin'.