After October, the weather adopts a cooler temperament. Promptly with this transition, the swans embark on their journey southward. Being winter migratory avians, they undertake this southern pilgrimage when the cold embraces the land, and they veer northward when warmth beckons. They find solace in the southern climes and nurture their offspring in the north.
As the departure hour nears, the two swans engage in their farewell ritual. Adjacent to the lake’s edge, a cluster of cattail grass thrives in the shallow waters. Amidst this verdant refuge, they nestle, at times head to head, at times beak to beak. Despite a summer of ardent affection, they must now part ways, uncertain of a lifelong union.
In matters of love and matrimony, swans adhere to their own singular doctrines and lofty convictions.
Upon falling enamored, a pair of swans devote themselves entirely to each other, unwavering in their commitment, impervious to the allure of divergent paths. Yet, ere they pledge eternal troth, they endure a probationary phase lasting up to three years. Hence, at each migration’s onset, they embark with their respective cohorts, dwelling in distant realms, devoid of communication, until their reunion in spring’s embrace.
Throughout these protracted five or six months, only they bear witness to the trials and temptations that test their love. Nevertheless, fortified by resolute faith, they typically endure, their ardor unscathed, their devotion unwavering.
With the advent of warmer climes, they return to their native abode. Should both parties safely reconvene, their love endures until the subsequent migration beckons—a further parting awaits.
Upon thrice undergoing this ordeal, should love persevere, they part amicably if not, they formalize their union. When migration commences anew, one unhesitatingly forsakes their flock to accompany the other.
Henceforth, through fair and foul, hunger and plenty, sunshine and rain, they remain inseparable, steadfast in their mutual devotion until death’s embrace.
Once united in matrimony, swans become indissoluble companions. Whether feeding or resting, in water or on land, they are perpetually united, never to part. When the female lays eggs, the male stands sentinel, unwavering in his vigil. Should predators assail, he raises his wings, uttering the call of challenge and confronting them valiantly, even unto death.
During the arduous migration, should one falter and lose flight, the other remains, offering solace until recovery. If one tragically perishes, the other keeps vigil, refusing to abandon its fallen comrade, never to seek another mate. Thus, the surviving swan leads a solitary existence until life’s end.
Such is the love of swans: loyal, noble, and graceful—an epitome of devotion rare in the avian and animal realms alike.