“There they are! See, over on the far bank. You can see a few!”
“Hold on, I’ll pull over and we can get a better look”.
Our spring-time tradition of heading off to find the swans as they touch down and ride the river currents between thinning sheets of ice. Driving north where the bears are still snoozing under snow blankets and any pull-offs from the highway are blocked with 3,4,5 feet of snow, we search for swans through the trees from the truck windows.
“Wait I see something. Lots of them.” As she looks through the seriously unfocused binoculars.
“I think it’s a swan. No, wait….. it tipped over. It must be an ice burg that fell over.”
“Uh… ok, I guess it could be an ice burg, but…….”
“Oh, hahaha it’s a swan butt! He’s upside down feeding….a swan butt! I’ll get a picture of it”.
With photo ops few and far between from the truck with the phone, we drive on in search of swans.
“There’s lots of somethings over there. Let me check with the binocs. Well, they sure look like penguins”.
“Don’t think so, Sue. Not likely penguins”.
“You’re no fun. Wouldn’t it be cool if they WERE penguins?”
“There’s a weasely thing on the far bank”.
“Whatcha mean, weasely thing? You mean a marten?”
“Hey, I should narrate wildlife creature shows! (Much laughter)
Finding swans feels a bit different this year. We left the house with our road sammies (BLT on fresh French bread), cinnamon buns and coffee because stopping in the tiny cafe for lunch is not an option right now. We stop at the only outhouse rest stop open and maintain awkward social distancing with the few other travellers who have stopped. We disinfect our hands with sanitizing wipes immediately when we are back in the truck.
Finding swans this year sent us home with hope, faith and love. The swans show us that while our world might be different for awhile, we have faith that we will meet together again; and hope that we all stay safe in the meanwhile.
“Yeah Sue, you really should narrate creature shows.” Takes some love to say that with a straight face.
Happy Easter my friends and family. Miss you mightily.
2 thoughts on “in search of swans”
Sue: my backyard swans (and swan butts) (and plastic guardian owl) from last fall. Don’t we live in a glorious world? …pandemic or not.
On Sat, Apr 11, 2020 at 10:44 AM dreamingofsquirrels wrote:
> dreamingofsquirrels posted: ” “There they are! See, over on the far bank. > You can see a few!” “Hold on, I’ll pull over and we can get a better look”. > Our spring-time tradition of heading off to find the swans as they touch > down and ride the river currents between thinning sheets of ” >
We certainly do! Hugs, my friend and Happy Spring!