A roving UHub photographer snapped this family portrait of Atticus the Swan - whose partner died not long after their babies were hatched - and his not-so-little cygnets out for a paddle at the Esplanade this morning.
The Esplanade Association reports she died last night, and that a Boston animal-control officer was able to remove her body "while the father swan sat at the nest with their cygnets tucked under his wings."
Paddy G reports the two were forced to raise their young amidst man-made filth along the riverbank.
Mark McDonald reports that an apparently lonely swan in Mill Pond - the part of the Mother Brook that River Street crosses in Hyde Park - seemed to be a bit happier today now that its partner has rejoined it after several weeks of absence.
There are three swans at the pond these days - a couple and a third wheel. Yesterday afternoon, all converged on the small island at the northern end of the pond, but the couple was not in a sharing mood - one of them broke off and drove away the third swan, which decided the middle of the pond wasn't so bad after all.
Masstreehugger photographs the latest addition to the Fens, wonders how he or she will get along with the Canada geese, and adds:
Note in foreground the stripped bark off the trees leaning over the water - courtesy of recent rabbit infestation in the park. They eat bark in order to survive winter, effectively killing the plant although it may resprout from roots. There will be lots of dead wood all over the park this year.
Romeo and Juliet? This year's swans are more like dual Lady Macbeths. Mike the Mad Biologist chronicles the avian war on the lagoon:
... One day I saw one swan prevent the flock of ducklings from entering the pond: wherever the ducks went to try to jump in, the swan was right there hissing at them. That day, the swan even jumped out of the water and pursued them on land.