Swans When the four emerged from the eggs, I knew the odds. One or two would make it. The others would not escape the hawks or the foxes or the big snappers. Today, weeks later, I saw them in the lake. The two cygnets and the parents were feeding among the lily pads. With their curved necks and bowed heads, the adults looked like they were praying. But because their necks were not curved in prayer, and because their heads...
