Yesterday I went over to the outside bar armed against the virus with PF flyers vaccine and bartenders with masks and gloves. As I was weaving home, I saw ENORMOUS swans in the ponds, which may be bad poetry but true except there was only one pond. So, today I got up and went over there. They were very tame—literally as tame as field mice! I'm not exaggerating; THAT'S how tame they were!—and I took their pictures and movies too. They appear to be Mute Swans. At least they didn't say a word when I was there.