Susan Carol Hauser

Peeping the Bog, April 8, 2014

In Bog-watching on April 8, 2014 at 7:31 pm

Peeping the Bog, April 8, 2014

Swans on ice. Trumpeter or tundra? Impossible to know at the moment, as they wisely have their bills nestled into their back-feathers. Their camouflage is nearly complete; they are betrayed mostly by the shadows they cast on the ice, and I might have missed them altogether had I not been watching crows on ice, walking around on the bay as though it were a park. They pecked at the snow as they grazed along, perhaps finding some kind of food, though it seems unlikely. At least I know they are crows, not ravens (smaller than ravens, less regal in their presentation). The swans do not parse so easily. Both trumpeter and tundra are known here, sometimes in passing, sometimes in residence. But their distinctions are subtle, slight differences in the bill and the black leading up to the eyes, some difference in their calls, though variations within each species cross over into variations of the other. For today, I let go of my compulsion to identify and let them be just swans, settled onto the frozen water, floating on ice, an act of optimism, a gesture of faith. 



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