I went in search of my Anne River swan family and heard one cygnet calling long before I saw him all alone and looking lost.
My heart fluttered with delight at seeing him but broke a little too, lest he had somehow become permanently separated from his parents and six siblings.
Running towards Dunhill Castle, I spied the rest of the family, gathered together and then watched as the prodigal son returned to his ever watchful parents.
The little reunion made me think of that special bond between parents and their offspring. The nest will soon be emptying but I suspect there will be insecurities and lonelinesses after the moments I was fortunate enough to witness.
These times, its swans not sheep that I count as I lull myself to sleep.