The Muse is Loose

This strange title is the only slang words (if they are) I ever heard my Mother use. The words came back to me Tuesday morning on the outskirts of San Antonio.We were on Interstate 10
heading for Corpus Christi. I noticed the traffic was stopped in the incoming lanes. I figured another traffic accident. As I neared the stoppage there was one of the stranger freeway sights I have ever seen! In the middle lane was a huge white swan. It was not a happy camper. Apparently the bird could not fly but it could spread it's wings and run a bit. Behind the bird, wearing a green vest of some sort, was the hapless swan catcher. The man was hesitant to move up and grab this mighty bird. He had possibly heard tales of giant man-eating swans; I don't know. The scene disappeared all too soon as we went by in the opposite lane. Did the bird come from a vehicle, or the sky? Was it migrating? We don't usually have swans around here. Did the man catch the swan? Did the swan eat the man? I guess that event joins Roswell and the Bermuda Triangle as unsolved mysteries. As Mother would have said, "Well, I'll swan!".