It's so upsetting keberoxu. Quite a few big livestock-feed lorries trundle through the village on their way to the various farms. Our village street is winding and one can't see round the bends. There could be the horses from the riding school out for the riding lesson, children on their bikes, elderly people crossing the road, and...SILLY SWANS, but these lorries never slow down, and it's only a matter of time before there's a disaster.
Sometimes a fox will get a gosling, and that's Nature, but I do feel quite ill thinking of those huge lorries bearing down on the wee things.
My husband, on the other hand, slowed down and stopped completely when a similar family of little partridge babies and their mum scuttled across the road out near Swanton Morley. He's very soft-hearted and would be in tears if he killed a little bird with his car.

Does anyone else spit when they see a single magpie? ("One for sorrow, two for joy" etc) I don't mean really spit, but go 'pffft'. My Irish mother used to do this, and I do too. It cancels out the curse. It rather startles my husband. He says 'First World folk are more superstitious than African ones!'