Last month I across five Trumpeter Swans early in the morning. I figured the storm from the previous day had brought them down for a stop over from their travel to the south. I only got to watch them for about ten minutes, the sky was starting to open up and the swans starting bobbing their head and their vocalisation increased. Got my camera ready, as they were looking to fly, soon they did just that. They headed to a warmer place, leaving me to winter wonderland.
Until next moment,