Monday, November 13th, 2017
We woke up to 98 swans in the stubble field next to our house.
NINETY EIGHT PEOPLE!
It’s that time of year – the lakes and ponds are starting to freeze, and the fields are harvested. The come in large numbers to feed on the remaining corn in the fields, finding safety in numbers.
It’s magical.
I could hear them trumpeting from inside the house. And they continually fly in and out in random heats, and their runway is over our house. So it sounds like the swans are dive-bombing our house.
Magical.
Courtney Weinreis // A Borrowed Likeness 