Faye and me were compelled to stop and watch this formation of Tundra Swans.

Tundra Swans gather by the thousands in the corn- and potato-fields near Grand Bend Ontario as they start their journey to their nesting grounds in the far north.
Were fortunate to be able to detour last weekend to see the swans. It was an overcast day with light snow falling. These two commuted from a field on one side of the road we observed from, to a field on the other side of the road.

Tundra Swans are on the move. I drove by a field and hundreds were flying, standing, resting.
Spring is here. I’m blessed to witness its arrival.

We live on (under) the Tundra Swans’ flyway between their wintering grounds on the US East Coast and their summer home in Canadian North. We eagerly anticipate seeing them every year, and our first sighting was almost two weeks ago. Beautiful, majestic birds, bringing inspiration and hope after a long and hard winter.
We drove into Chatham today on errands. We took the cameras along because 1) one never knows what one might see and 2) we thought we might see Tundra Swans, which are starting to pass through our area. Just inside the north edge of the city a Bald Eagle flew over. Not a place I expected to see one. By the time I careened to a stop, Faye turned the camera on and handed it to me, and I bailed out of the car, the eagle had perched in a tall tree behind a web of twigs and limbs.