Swan Fight

This morning was my first official meetup group with my Feathered Friends Photography Meetup. One brave soul decided to come out, wind, sleet or snow.

He had voiced an interest in locating Tundra Swans, and this is one bird I knew where to find a large flock. The Trumpeter Swan that I went in search for earlier this month is still around, and enjoying his Tundra Swan Flock. Now named “Bugle Boy” it would be again another search for a needle in a haystack.

A pre-dawn departure had us arrive at the end of White Swan Drive. No..I’m not kidding..the white swans live off of White Swan Drive. It was a clear morning, and the sunrise brought stunning light with it.

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The swans were at the point, but their breakfast was to be served three houses down. They began their departures as the sun rose.

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Arriving to the Swan Diner, the house owner came out to visit with us a bit, and throw out the morning corn for the swans, geese and ducks. They eagerly watched him, waiting for the corn.

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It didn’t take long for the boys to start fighting.

It was a wonderful way to start the day. Can you imagine enjoying these beauties every day? What a gift it is. Hope you’re appreciating the small things in life that come across your way. Bella
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This life that has been given to us as a gift, as such a precious gift. To really try to understand it, really try to recognize it, is the greatest meditation. Through the media of this Knowledge we can tap into our inner sources that are so beautiful.

Prem Rawat

23 thoughts on “Swan Fight

  1. Love that first sequence of photos, catching the colours on the swan’s white plumage.
    And, yes, trying to appreciate all the small things, but how easy it is to overlook them.

    • They are pretty darned loud, and I tell you, I can’t even imagine how hard it hurts if you get hit in the head with one of their wings. There is one Trumpeter swan in the mix. And he “toots” a single note just like a trumpet. It’s glorious.

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