I heard them before I saw them.
I was walking by the lake at Moraine State Park yesterday when I heard the whoo-ing of tundra swans in the northwest. It took me a while to find them overhead because they were white birds against a whitish blue sky and they were very high up.
Through binoculars I counted 24 birds with their leader far ahead of the V. As I watched, all the birds in the flock – except the leader – cupped their wings and lowered their feet as if to descend to the lake.
The leader kept flying. “Don’t stop now,” he seemed to say, “We have too far to go.” The flock regrouped and followed him southeast.
Just passing through.
(photo by Steve Gosser)