My, my this world can look dreary once the trees show their branches and the grass turns as gray as the sky. When the sun is obscured by the clouds, our blue clear lake reflects nothing but gray right back at us. But just when all is gloomy and dreary, these swans fly in. Last year there were two; this year there are four swans. Their arrival puts them just in time for Christmas, and in the way that we deck the dreary world with holly and evergreens, the swans deck the lake in pure, pristine white.
You can get an idea of the size of these swans are by looking at the size of the geese. The geese are obviously trying trying to rub elbows with the swans, just hoping some of the swan’s beauty will rub off on them.
Yet, they don’t hold a candle to the grace, majesty and beauty of these swans.
This is my best and hardest shot of the weekend– because it was difficult to keep my eye on the lake, and when the moment finally did arrive, I had to drop the rake to grab the camera at just the right moment when the swans were flying.
They flew in a big circle, heading off towards the woods, and then arcing around towards the house.
The swans are a nice reminder; like the dreary world outside, these swans were once ugly ducklings.