We enjoy watching our swans on our small lake in Michigan. One year our swans had only one baby. The baby swam, ate, swam, grew, swam, developed into a beautiful swan, swam, swam, swam... Why wouldn't it fly? Why did it just like to stay in the water? Why was it content to remain when the parents flew south? Were its wings damaged? What would it do when winter came? Why was it SO reluctant? Shirley Neff Shirley has lived in Michigan all her life. She graduated from Central Michigan University with both her B.S. and M.A. degrees. She taught elementary and middle school grades in Sparta,...