Swans

Just out of bed and with my glasses on, I rubbed my eyes to be sure of what I was seeing.  Swans.  I was seeing a whole group of swans swimming toward our shore.  I rushed to Barbara's closed door and gave it some hard raps.  "Barbara, are you awake?"  "No," she replied.  Not put off a bit I added, "Come quick, it's a flotilla* of swans!"

Isn't life full of wonderful surprises?

*Okay, so a group of swans isn't called a flotilla but a herd.  I really think flotilla is better.