Archdeacon Michael: Under attack in the park

I have a love-hate relationship with swans. I think they are one of the most elegant and stately birds.
I adore seeing them either on a lake or flying in formation, however, on land they terrify me.
On one occasion a particularly aggressive cob successfully penned my entire family into a bandstand, hissing and opening his wings to ensure we couldn’t escape until a distraction took him away and we could escape.
One day I found two long feathers from a swan by a lake near Chorley. They were beautifully clean and about 14 inches long, they proved a Godsend for a Christmas sermon.
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