Flight School needs to start soon if these cygnets are going to accompany their parents south before freeze-up. This young Trumpeter swan pair hatched their cygnets the end of June , much later than previous Trumpeter parents . . . Frosty Eagle’s watching.
“Love to Live, Live to Love” – Amy Carmichael + ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
On Fish Lake, in the shadow of Castle Mountain, last June a Trumpeter Swan pair hatched three downy white signets. They’ve since grown into feathered gray versions, a third the size of their large, stately parents . . . the serene beauty of Nature.
Sadly, one of the signets has now gone missing. At 4 AM the other morning a neighbor heard the Trumpeters making a ruckus. The suspected assassin is another one of Mother Nature’s local feral menagerie, a great horned owl . . . the cruel barbarity of Nature.
Of the remaining two signets, one appears slightly larger. Hopefully both will survive for the flight south with their parents before freeze-up.
+ ^ Keep Looking Up . . . His best is yet to come!
Spent part of the afternoon canoeing Fish Lake visiting a family with a new set of triplets; watching a guy in tuxedo attire putting on a display trying to impress an equally well-dressed gal; and, back on shore, listening to a mother calling her kids from a high-rise . . . ???
In Jungle Book Mogli lingo that translates into three Trumpeter Swan signets hatching out; a male loon strutting his stuff for his girlfriend; and a mother spruce grouse perched in a tree calling her scattered clutch back together 😊
Here’s a few pics of what mine was to savor watching His feathered creatures loving living life in the Last Frontier.
Never knowing which of our Last Frontier feral neighbors may decide to wander through our backyard is always an unanticipated treat. Here’s a vid clip of a recent impromptu fur and fowl ‘Splash Party’ 😊