A Swan Spa In Teton Valley

Rick saw it first.

I was taking photos of the pond upstream. Fabulous. But later, dudes.


You know how we love humming birds? And other birds?

This is the biggest one we love yet.


It was bathing. Bob, splash, waggle head, repeat.

We willed it to come out in to the sun where we could get a better look.


Fine… sigh… I’ll haul my glorious body up on to the bank so you silly paparazzi can appreciate the full monty.


See how bendy my beautiful swan neck is?


You want a classic pose? There ya go.

And while you’re here, check out my self-portrait in the snowbank. That’s not easy without opposable thumbs, you know.


I can do straight. I make it to yoga at least three times a week. And you?

Oh… well… I don’t do zumba. Can’t get the dance steps straight.


Alright… getting chilly now. Time to head back into my tubby.


Well, it’s true… the stream is always warmer on the other side of the snow bank, ya know?


Later, dudes.

And that was that. It slipped down the other side of the snowbank and disappeared into the meandering stream, just out of eyesight.

All that was left was the moment, the photos, and…


… the little stump that will forever more identify this precious wee piece of God’s greening earth as “The Swan Spa.”

4 thoughts on “A Swan Spa In Teton Valley

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    1. rickandkathy Post author

      Well, that’s the thing about large water fowl, isn’t it? Borderline egomaniacs, to a bird, but with good reason. Rather live with them on their terms than not at all.
      I feel that way about most people, too.

  2. Dad/Mom

    Sandi–I’m wondering if that’s a Trumpeter Swan? Better sign off before I crack another stupid line. 😀

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