Today I saw a flock of swans grazing beside a herd will have been fifty. Seems they whooper swans , migrated from Iceland in search of warmer temperatures and good food. I understand them. And it was great to see them take off (lift swan?) In training to escape from the threat-the dog that accompanied us and who had approached a large stroke. All this in Tipperary, where he returned after more than a decade, and where to stay with a lump in my throat, in deference to the past and witness a different Ireland, which does not fully recognize or do not know yet ... suspend the proceedings until the departure of so!
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