Every Goose a Swan
Jan. 28th, 2005 03:14 pmOne of the swans on the canal, the ones who hang around down by Sally's Bridge, is a goose. I noticed it the other day when I was bringing Oisín to the crèche.
I don't know whether it's an undercover goose, or a consultant goose, or a goose on secondment bringing goose skills to enhance certain aspects of the swans' way, or a goose on a cross-community training placement, or what. But there it does be, happily paddling around in a cluster of swans, head held high, unabashedly gooselike.
(There are a lot more swans on our stretch of canal now that Luas Line A has opened: they used to stay up around Inchicore for most of the winter.)
Dick Murphy, the elderly man who lives down the road from us, has noticed the goose too. He and I walked back from Sally's Bridge together on Tuesday morning, when I'd brought Oisín to the crèche and was coming home to have conjunctivitis in peace. He feeds the swans on the canal every day, moving slowly along the footpath and down the slope to get close to the water. He can't use the steps since he had his knee done. We chatted about feeding swans, and knee replacements, and the weather, and he bent with great care to pick up a tangerine peel from the cycle path, because he knew a man who slipped on one of those once and broke his ankle. When we got to where I had to cross the road he said goodbye and turned back towards the bridge, and I realised that he'd been escorting me, because I am a lady.
I don't know whether it's an undercover goose, or a consultant goose, or a goose on secondment bringing goose skills to enhance certain aspects of the swans' way, or a goose on a cross-community training placement, or what. But there it does be, happily paddling around in a cluster of swans, head held high, unabashedly gooselike.
(There are a lot more swans on our stretch of canal now that Luas Line A has opened: they used to stay up around Inchicore for most of the winter.)
Dick Murphy, the elderly man who lives down the road from us, has noticed the goose too. He and I walked back from Sally's Bridge together on Tuesday morning, when I'd brought Oisín to the crèche and was coming home to have conjunctivitis in peace. He feeds the swans on the canal every day, moving slowly along the footpath and down the slope to get close to the water. He can't use the steps since he had his knee done. We chatted about feeding swans, and knee replacements, and the weather, and he bent with great care to pick up a tangerine peel from the cycle path, because he knew a man who slipped on one of those once and broke his ankle. When we got to where I had to cross the road he said goodbye and turned back towards the bridge, and I realised that he'd been escorting me, because I am a lady.
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Date: 2005-01-28 03:40 pm (UTC)he bent with great care to pick up a tangerine peel from the cycle path, because he knew a man who slipped on one of those once and broke his ankle
That almost made me cry and I'm not even pre-menstrual.
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Date: 2005-01-28 03:56 pm (UTC)There was an investigation made into the matter, and while some recommendations have been put forward, the minister swan in question will remain a minister. And the goose gets to remain as a consultant for the forseeable future.
Oh dear. I think maybe my intense dislike of a certain political party has gotten to me.
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Date: 2005-01-28 05:40 pm (UTC)Did you know your neighbour before Oisin was born? (sorry, no fadas in this window) Or do you find that people are more inclined to chat to you when you have a baby with you?
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Date: 2005-01-28 09:34 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-01-28 09:35 pm (UTC)That swan minister was completely vindicated. Completely. For shame!
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Date: 2005-01-28 09:39 pm (UTC)As it happens, we have known this neighbour since we moved in. He bonded with Niall over the surname. He does have a tendency not to recognise me, but I don't hold it against him. But yes, I do also find that having a baby with me occasions much chat. It's very strange to experience slotting into a vast and easily recognisable category...
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Date: 2005-01-29 01:46 am (UTC)*squawk*