Tundra Swans, Whitesbog |
Nevertheless I set off down the road to the end of the bog hoping that the swans were hidden in a marshy area. Whenever I'm birding in frigid weather (and my definition of frigid is pretty wimpy) I always think of Scott, Shackleton, Amundsen and the other Antarctic explorers--not for inspiration but to remind myself that at least I'm not as crazy as they were. I got to the end of the bog and still saw no swans. Turning around I put my binoculars on the bog across the road and looking back from where I'd walked I saw them! With the glare of the sun somehow I'd missed them. I walked back to the car, drove up the road a little, counted 45 swans, took some pix and went home. Glad I saw them, they're great looking (and sounding) birds and I was happy to enjoy them for a few minutes from the warmth of my car.
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