A group of about 20 trumpeter swans was just now flying high above our house, circling and trumpeting.
First, one broke off, by himself, heading in the direction towards Potter Marsh, one of their favorite places. Who knows what that was all about.
And it looked like the others were splitting up into a few groups, going in separate directions before I couldn’t see them anymore, blocked by the tall birch trees.
Many believe this all evolved by chance; though, it’s miraculous — a sight to behold!