Then there was this fellow, he got me:
The Trumpeter swan was there still. We did the parade, again. He hissed in the lead with 3 mallards following with me bringing up the rear. Around and around we went. Then the swan cut his foot on the hose end, and bled all over, SO, I did the parade one more time before I went home.
I enjoyed myself A LOT, but my nerves were a bit spent and I found myself a bit tired. K~