Dear Friends,
Today as our temps plummet and the north winds blow in madly from the Fraser River Valley in Canada,
mom saw our first trumpeter swans of the season! Unmistakable white sparkling wings flanking long, graceful
necks herald our First Snow!
Two years ago, when we were snowed in at the Audubon Wildlife Refuge for two weeks, we enjoyed the rare
company of a family of trumpeters, who - mom discovered - seem to enjoy talking amongst themselves about
every detail in their lives and surroundings with many variations in their subtly nuanced swan language.
Geese pretty much honk. Maybe they do more, who knows? But swans conversate! They got something to say
and they say it then another swan comments on that before a third swan adds, "Well, frankly, if you look to the
North just under the bald eagle's nest, yes, those cottonwoods over there, you will discover an entirely different
landscape and I prefer THAT ONE!" O.K. who knows, really?
Mom just found their ongoing conversations totally delightful and eavesdropped every chance she got.
To learn more about our swans, enjoy this link to Washington Audubon Society and stay warm!
Who loves ya, Baby?
YumYum & Raj & Taj Mahal & baby MacNut Pie & Erica & Coconut
whew!
