Welcome to Swan Territory, also known as Broad Channel. I pass it every day, twice a day, on my way to and from the city. There are two swans I see a lot, whom I have named Zeus and Hera. I try to stay away from Zeus.
They say swans mate for life, but I know for a fact that at least in swan-form, Hera has been known to consort with other company.
All kidding aside, it isn’t as peaceful as it looks. The waters are polluted, the homes are dilapidated and are slowly rotting away into the bay. Flooding is periodically a problem for residents, and I’m pretty sure the swans aren’t too fond of the flooding or the filth.
This is the bay. What you don’t see is the pollution and the toxic waste being pumped into it.
And here are the wetlands where nearly 20 percent of all North American birds migrate through or breed in.
Sadly, due to lack of funding, the damage caused by Sandy has largely gone unrepaired. Our government has other and apparently more pressing priorities than aiding a fifth of the continent’s birds. You know, like the ‘Space Force.‘