Lucas and I were sitting out on the back deck enjoying the arrival of dusk when we were treated to the trumpeting of approaching swans. They sounded low and close but we couldn’t see them for the cedar trees surrounding the back yard. A whole calliope of honking swans seemed to be right on top of us when suddenly they seemed to hush when they skimmed overhead. The wings all beating in unison and this strange sound of them slicing through the air. It sounded like the whirling of a bicycle race whizzing by your side and I sensed that slight tug of air. I couldn’t believe how close they flew and by the time the seventh or eighth flock flew directly overhead, it finally dawned on me to go grab a camera. Continue reading
Tundra Swan Migration
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