Finally, we found a collection of our elusive prey, the Tundra or Whistling Swan. This birds make a nasal sort of honk that could be called a whistle if you are aren't picky about what you call a whistle.
They were collecting in a field not too far from where the rivers (including the Skagit) flow into the sound. While the numbers were in the dozens rather than the hundreds, there were frequent additions and subtractions to the flock. Below, we see a couple flying in to join the fun.
The nearest bird was moving a bit faster so he/she gradually pulled ahead.
When finally coming in for a landing, we can easily see that the wings are completely white with the only black being on the feet and legs and on the beak. Large graceful animals.
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