So, at 5:45 a.m. I went back to the pond, and not only were my six baby swans swimming merrily beside thier mother, a seventh had evidently been found after we left last night. We also watched the father swan harrassing the stuffing out of a goose who was getting too near his corner of the pond. Evidently, the swans are being much more protective of their babies.
Abby asked me if I saw them first thing when she woke up this morning, tousled and bleary-eyed. "I dreamed they were all safe with their Mommy," she said. "And they are, Abby," I told her, "because you helped to rescue them. See? Anyone can make a difference in the world, no matter how big they are."
"A person's a person, no matter how small," quoted my pajama-clad curly girl. And once again, a line from a showtune (from Seussical) sums it up.