One of the most amazing things about Boston Lake is that a pair of swans choose to nest on the north end every summer. They are bold birds, apparently finding the shore of our farm tranquil enough to frequently skim alongside. For as often as I see them up close, I rarely pursue them with a camera. They seem to know when I am just out doing my chores and when I'm trying to spy on them. I prefer to help them feel as welcome as possible.
In the early spring and late fall, several swans congregate here. They spend quite a bit of time socializing before they migrate. The sound of their wings beating on the water is loud enough to hear from inside the house. Which reminds me of one of the greatest gifts of living next to Boston Lake: hearing the swans talk to each other in the middle of the night. They have the clearest voices which can be heard in the wee hours as they gently speak to one another. It is hard to describe. Suffice to say that their midnight calls are in complete keeping with the awe-inspiring beauty of the Milky Way and depth of heaven.
These photos were taken from my truck, on the road that borders the south end of Boston Lake. My camera's zoom seems to be broken...or the batteries are low. But if you click on them, the photos might give you an idea of just how lovely these majestic birds are. My heart-felt thanks to the folks that worked so hard to bring Trumpeter Swans back to Minnesota.