Peekaboo, swan.

More Whooper Swan photos from yesterday. My long-necked white-feathered friend is still out there this morning. “What if it stays?” we are beginning to ask ourselves.

I will spend too much time watching it, for one thing.

And taking pictures. How many pictures of one Whooper Swan in a New Hampshire pond does the world need?

Aw, pretty.

Is it lonely for the company of other swans? Might it fly off and find one or several swan friends?

Our backyard is turning into a fairy tale.