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Puzzling Weymouth

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Jigsaws… Just one of the things I really enjoy, another of those things which I’ve not been able to justify the time spent in doing.

To be honest, I still can’t really justify the time, my Semi-retirement hasn’t quite kicked in yet, I’ve still got far too much to do to the house to just sit around and do “nothing”, but that time will come, and then I’ll be able to do as many Jigsaws as I want.

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In the meantime, Eldest Daughter and Son-in-law were down for the weekend (Eldest Son-in-law’s first visit to Weymouth, I believe) they were down for the weekend and brought me a jigsaw which is a picture of Weymouth Harbour. Since it was a gift, it really would have been rude not to make the time to do it.

It’s actually a picture of a painting of the harbour, painted from a position at the far end of the bridge, looking out towards the sea as opposed to inwards to the marina, and its a pretty recent picture at that.

The George Inn is an obvious landmark which has been there for as long as I can remember visiting, but look closer, can you spot the orange boat, Tango?

The Tango is often in the harbour now.

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Ugly ducklings

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I’ve been watching a family of swans on the nature reserve, a mum and dad, and five babies, they seem to have chosen a spot on the road side of the lake to mark as their own and I walk past this spot on my way to and from work.

I noticed them within days of moving here and the babies, cygnets, were already grown to a size bigger than their neighbouring ducks. At first the parents were very vocal, they’d hiss if I passed by too closely to their little ones but more recently they just give a wary stare to any passers-by.

I watched the babies progress as they grew towards being as tall and as strong as their parents, I got excited at the appearance of their first white feathers, I would wonder, like the mother hen that I am, where they were and what they were up to if they weren’t “at home” when I passed.

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One afternoon I saw them on their way back from a family outing. They caused quite a stir in the busy carpark as they waddled their way home.

More recently though, when I’ve spotted them one of the babies seemed to be missing, I spotted mum, dad, and four babies swimming quite happily across the other side of the lake and wondered what had happened to the fifth. Was he stuck somewhere, had he net with a road accident?

I noticed I was instinctively calling this baby he, I was putting human actions onto the family and just assuming the difficult baby was male, I then thought of more animal type relationships and, again thinking of our missing baby as male, wondered if he’d gotten big enough to be a threat to the dad and been chased off.  I was just guessing so I did what I usually do if I don’t know something, I asked Mr Google. 

Mr Google seems to think that as the baby swans get bigger it’s time to leave the protection of their parents and the white feathers signify this time. The males do grow faster than the females so my guess that the first to go would be a male seems to be a pretty good guess, but where was he? And was he OK?

It seems I was worrying about nothing, as a couple of days later I spotted him on the other end of the lake… Out playing with the big boys. ? 

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