Forgot to mention... Faith got chased by a swan down at the lake yesterday, when we were having lunch. (We had some really, REALLY good Normandy cheese, too!) She went up close to the swan and tried to take a picture, and it kept walking towards her, so she thought "Oh, he's friendly!" Well, I remembered the geese at camp, who are absolutely not friendly, so I yelled to her to be careful, and so did the guide.

Then I turned back to talk to some other people at the table, but one woman who was facing the lake kept up a running commentary. "She's trying to take a picture... he's coming towards her... she's backing up... he's still coming towards her..." I sort of tuned it out, but a few seconds later she said, "And now she's running...." and sure enough, Faith was running full speed away from the swan, who was still advancing toward her. Luckily, he didn't chase her. We all cracked up, especially when she grabbed one of his feathers off the ground and called it her 'trophy' for getting away.