Brace yourself for bad news: the results from the swan autopsies have finally arrived, and it turns out to be the worst possible scenario. The swans have died from a bacteria causing blood poisoning, organ failure and paralysis, leading to a slow and painful death. The deaths come in waves hitting around the weekend, suggesting somebody is regularly feeding them poison. The Danish news have finally picked up on this tragedy (sadly nothing pushes for results like when the media turns on the spotlight) and according to Danish newspaper Politiken the casualties are now up to 50, with the last big strike today and only a handful of the beautiful animals left on the lakes. What can we do? Not a thing. If this is the work of a sick and cowardly individual, he is free to roam because how can we tell? It can be anyone.
After the first wave of dead swans, people stepped up the feeding and the birds seemed to gain weight. Of course feeding the swans you are up against people who don't know any better, who assume you don't either, so there is a lot of disapproving looks being exchanged. Danes being Danes we don't talk about it openly, but if we were I would tell the disapproving stare-masters that feeding the birds during the winter does not compare to feeding them in the summertime. I don't feed the birds in the summer, but I am not about to walk past an animal dying from starvation at the coldest time of year. And before encouraging anyone else to do so, I would at least attempt to educate myself on the subject.
But as it turns out all efforts have been in vain. All we can do is stand by and watch the last birds fight it out. And I wish I could just brush it off and move on to happier things, but my heart is broken. Dammit.
Death on the lakes, part one here.