What a difference a day makes! . . . freeze-up happened sooner than expected for our local Trumpeter Swan family. The few remaining open patches of water these big birds require for their running take-off is quickly becoming solid-state, and Mom is ‘honking-out’ Dad for not booking an earlier flight south for their cygnets and them 😊
Not to worry. I spoke with a neighbor today who is an avian expert and shares my concern for our Trumpeters’ plight. He is in contact with Bird Rescue authorities who will be able to institute SAD (Swan Assisted Departure) if necessary . . . stay tuned 😊
Color holds power to impact our moods, emotions, and behaviors. It’s documented color influences 85% of shoppers’ purchase decisions.
What are your favorite colors? What emotions do they evoke? . . . red’s passion? – blue’s calm? – yellow’s happiness? – orange’s warmth? – black’s power – white’s purity? Generalities? . . . yes, but our color preferences and the emotions they arouse are as unique as each of us Personally, I’d prefer to drive a red Lamborghini, but price and potential traffic citations temper my emotions, and I drive an off-green Subaru 😊
Remove red’s blaze from an ocean sunset; blue’s calm from an alpine lake; yellow’s brightness from a sunflower’s petals; orange’s glow from a mountain sunrise; black’s background from the midnight sky; white’s brilliance from a snow-capped peak . . . Unthinkable!
Today God brushed creation with animate and inanimate wonders of white to evoke a rainbow of peace in my soul.
“Who is like you among the gods, O Lord -glorious in holiness, awesome in splendor, performing great wonders?”
Temps reached into the 40s as Mother Nature granted a brief reprieve from winter’s arrival. Snow melt transformed to translucent droplets exhuming a colorful re-birth of leaves carpeting the forest floor . . . reminiscent of the tears Jesus shed to offer all who claim Him as their own a glorious, forever rebirth.
“O death, where is your victory? O death, where is your sting?” – 1 Corinthians 15:55
Little orphan cygnet Bigfoot evidently is a prodigy who earned their solo flight certification early. He/she took off alone for points south yesterday . . . Hooray!
Mother Nature has granted our Trumpeter family a Flight School extension. The temps have warmed into the 40s and melted much of the ice that had began to form on the lake. The larger of our two local cygnets was able to get airborne for a short distance with their parents yesterday before splashing back down in somewhat less than graceful fashion. The smaller cygnet was unable to achieve lift-off and paddled madly behind across the lake squawking “Wait Up! Wait Up!” 😊. Here’s a few pics of our ‘Trumps’. I M Blessed . . . May U B 2
Trumpeter Swan Flight School finally commenced on Fish Lake today with the cygnets observing their parents demonstrate Avionics 101.
A lone Trumpeter Swan cygnet, slightly larger than our two resident cygnets, mysteriously appeared on the lake. I can only surmise this little orphan was somehow left behind by its parents I never saw. The little dude/dudette ??? attempted to join our two local cygnets but was fiercely honked away by their territorial Trumpeter parents.
In past years small flocks of swans have landed on the lake for a short layover before resuming their flight south. Hopefully this little Trumpeter I’ve affectionately nicknamed Bigfoot will be able to resume its journey south before freeze-up.