Intimidation on the green

I've been going out after dark to ride or run since it most definitely is summer now and I haven't gotten used to living on the surface of the sun yet again.
I like riding on the golf course after dark because it adds an element of suspense to my exercise. I have to dodge the sprinklers, stay on the trail, (I'm not rude, I would never dream of making dents in the grass) and try to be as quiet as possible because I don't know how anyone else feels about bikes on the paths there. Better to ask forgiveness in this situation I believe so I rather sneak along and enjoy myself until I'm told otherwise.
So I'm flying along at crazy girl speeds when I come around a corner and see a huge swan on the green. I stop to watch him when I realize he is quickly moving towards me in the dark. Not running exactly, but he is moving at a surprising speed and something about his stance has glued me my spot. His neck is arched down, wings are up at angry angels and I realize he is charging me.
I know swans are mean as mean can be so I am ready to flee should I have to but I had a false sense of security because there is a thin rope about a foot high acting as a cage to the wild beast that has taken offense to me being on his green disturbing his swim with the pretty geese.
We had a stare down and I guess I proved to be a worthy opponent because he spent a couple of minutes working on getting his wings put back in place then we regarded each other a few moments more before I was off on my merry way and he back to the water for a swim.

Vicky asked about the stitches. Goooodness. My back was ACHING when I woke up this morning and I found out why once I moved. My stitches had gotten attached to my shirt and every time I moved it was pulling on them in every direction it seemed. I tried not to panic but failed miserably. I felt trapped and I'm sure I was making things worse with my unclear thoughts of ways to get out of this mess. I don't know if it was because I was panicking or what, but I thought I was going to pass out or lose my cookies so I sat on the bathroom floor trying to calm down and devise a plan. Nothing worked and I was cramped for time so I ended up cutting my way free. This all seems funny now, and I knew it was then too, but when I saw my eyes in the mirror as I tried to cut my way out of my mess I looked completely freaked out of my mind! Am I proving to be as big of a pansy as I said I was? I think so!