It is frigid in Cincinnati and only getting colder. In this weather I worry about the folks that don't have a roof over their head or a heating bill to complain about. I also have to admit that I worry about my swans. We took a drive down to the Grove yesterday afternoon to check on them. The old guy was just sitting on the ice and letting the wind ruffle his feathers. He didn't seem to be too bothered by it, except that his lake is mostly frozen. Then we went to find the happy couple in the other lake. They are the ones that live by that fancy final box we bought. I have no intention of being there soon, but when I do I want there to be swans. They are not troubled by all the insanity of the world. They are happy that someone is breaking the ice for them. I love them.
