Trumpeter Swans in Yukon's autumn glory. Photograph by Gregory Cook.
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My Swan Story
December 22, 2021: Today we took our 2 1/2 yr old grandson Lucas to see the Trumpeter Swans in a lake on Hiram Rd just east of Heber Springs, AR. He loved it. He threw corn in the water and laughed as the swans turned upside down into the water. He mimicked their sounds. It was a beautiful sunny 54 degree day. We made special memories with him and the beautiful Swans.
We have been visiting them for about 17 years. They usually are in this place in AR from Thanksgiving until Valentine’s Day. We’ve come at least every year to see them. They are majestic and each year brings more and more that started with a couple of them 1990-1991. Fortunately for us it is only 30 min from our home.
Note from the Trumpeter Swan Society: The photo collage includes female swan, 9L who received her GPS tracking collar on December 20, 2021 as part of the largest midwest swan tracking study ever done.
ARKANSAS: Feb. 3, 2021. Trumpeter Watch.
The weather was clear with full sun and a high of 52 degrees Fahrenheit. This was an unnamed lake about 4 miles east of Heber Springs, AR. This is a known location to see Trumpeter Swans. The location is; Latitude 35.481995, Longitude -91.961716.
Birds that were closer to us were feeding while some were preening themselves. Because of the large number of birds, there was some social activity with some birds chasing others that got too close.
There were 8-10 people observing the birds all afternoon.
As the sun got closer to the horizon, groups of birds would start calling. It was amazing to hear a large group of them calling. As the day changed to dusk, groups of swans would swim to the far end of the lake where they would start honking before finally taking off. A number of squadrons of birds took off until it was dark. It was too dark for photos but we did get a camera video of one group taking off from the water.
Although it was a 4 hr. trip to get home, it was a real treat to see those majestic birds taking off in flight.
WASHINGTON: "While many travel Cultus Bay Road daily, most fail to notice the majestic white bird cruising the shallows of the far shore of the wetlands, feeding on grasses and water plants, preening or shaking water off his six-foot wingspan. A solitary Trumpeter Swan has made this home since fall of 2019." Read more...
My Trumpeter Watch Swan Story from Ontario
ONTARIO: The swans were in the marsh feeding with their young. We were very quiet and had our dog with us but we were behind some cover about 4ft high and had trees between us too. The parents were very calm and got within 8-10ft from us while feeding with their young. They were bobbing up and down in the water- it looked like they were trying to stir up food for their young. They were also putting their heads under water to pull up grass. We watched them for about 15 minutes- very neat to see!
We were watching them from afar once we crossed a bridge and loud teenagers came along the same path. The parents took their young more towards the center of the marsh and were on more alert (stopped feeding) but they were still quite calm (no vocalizing). Last year we saw a swan on a nest out in the same marsh up river to the North West, but it was too far to get a picture of last year or to ID what kind of swan it was.
MINNESOTA: A front row seat watching Trumpeter Swans become parents. This delightful article shares what it is like to watch a Trumpeter Swan pair arrive in early spring, build a nest, and successfully hatch cygnets. Read more...
NEBRASKA: A beautiful 10 minute film and photos and essay showcase the story of Nebraska Sandhill's trumpeter swans. Not to be missed. Mike Forsberg presented portions of this at the 25th Swan Conference in Alton, Illinois in November 2019.
MINNESOTA: "...The other evening they came flying over the hill, gliding low over the pond ice and snow and splashed into the open creek, trumpeted some and swam upstream out of sight. I knew it...in a few minutes they were bugling nonstop as they came around the bend, wings splashing, and were airborne just as they got to the ice edge. They flew low, circled the pond as they slowly gained altitude to clear the surrounding hills. They’re showing off, I know they are!" Read more...
WASHINGTON: "Among us in the San Juan Islands on our very own Orcas, we have a great treasure. We usually see this treasure during the winter. It is a handsome, black and white, five-foot-long bird called the trumpeter swan, otherwise known as cygnus buccinator. Trumpeter swans are superlative birds. This story, except for the introduction, is told by a cygnet, a baby swan in his trumpeter swan family." Read the story...
My Swan Story by Susan F.
OKLAHOMA: I'm in Oklahoma and my story is short. I was getting out of my car when I heard the craziest noise. Like a clown car coming at me from the air. I looked up to see 2 huge white birds shouting at each other as they flew. It takes a lot to amaze me, but this did. It was great to see my first Trumpeters.
My Swan Story by Christy B.
MINNESOTA: Taken from a Trumpeter Watch report, November 21, 2019
8:25 am cloudy with light snow showers 35 degrees F
Location - on the Mississippi river just east of Gray Cloud Island on the north side of the river/the Cottage Grove bank - in a area that is protected by several sandbars, about mile 820. The water is generally shallow in this area around the sandbars. I could very clearly see these beauties from the sunroom of our home facing the river. I did view them for several minutes with binoculars and without. The 5 (2 adults and 3 juveniles) were just gently swimming down river, dipping in the water and flapping their wings - what a thrilling sighting!!
This is not the first sighting of Trumpeter swans here but it has been several years since I have seen them. I have not seen a family of these lovely swans before at this location.
My Swan Story by Tammie S.
We live north of Fergus Falls, MN. We have lived here almost 15 years and the swans periodically show up from time to time. This year we had a group of about 15-20 about the time the ice started coming off the pond. They would come and go and eventually just these two stayed. I don't think we've ever had a pair of swans that nested that I can remember.
They are very curious. If they see us in the yard or out walking along the gravel road, they will actually swim along the shoreline and "talk" to us. This photo was taken from the dock we have. I spotted the swans across the pond and noticed they were headed in our direction. I grabbed my camera & headed to sit on the edge of the dock, hoping to get a few decent photos. Little did I know that they would swim within 10 feet of me and hang out. They stayed close, swimming, "talking", fixing feathers, etc for almost an hour. It was incredible! And I am blessed that I got to enjoy their company.
My Swan Story by Carlene H.
TURNBULL NATIONAL WILDLIFE REFUGE, WASHINGTON
When was the last time you saw a dirty swan?
On March 22nd at Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge I was thrilled to watch this Trumpeter swan diving underwater and then doing barrel rolls at the surface of the water. Swans are so buoyant I am amazed that most of their body can be underwater!
When it popped up out of the water it repeatedly slapped its wings on the water for lots of splashes. I couldn’t help but think that not only was it getting a good bath but it was having fun doing it!
My Swan Story by Carlene H.
TURNBULL NATIONAL WILDLIFE REFUGE, WASHINGTON
After it warmed up from a cold, icy winter, I decided to go out to Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge to see if migration was happening. To my delight, I counted 15 swans coming through that day. There was a family of 6 Trumpeters that were bathing in the water and then taking turns coming up on a small patch of ice to finish preening.
I captured this image of an adult swan looking right at my camera, which I thought was humorous! At the same time its cygnet was stretching its mottled tan and white wings. Soon the cygnet will be pure white! What a special time to watch all the swan activity that day!
My Swan Story by Carlene H.
My husband and I went out to Turnbull National Wildlife Refuge in Cheney, Washington on Saturday February 2nd because it was a warm 40 degrees and in the next few days we were going to be in the deep freeze! As soon as we walked up the trail, we heard the powerful flapping of wings overhead and then looked up and saw a pair of Trumpeter swans flying in and landing near us on Middle Pine Lake. They preened a little bit and then swam around to eat. Parts of the lake were frozen but most of it was not. There were times when the sky was blue and it made you forget it is winter! I stood still for awhile and they got very close. It was nice to see such loveliness in winter.
My Swan Story by David W.
I began working for Hennepin County Park Reserve District (HCPRD) in February, 1966. During the 1960's and early 1970's I was involved in the project to re-introduce the Trumpeter Swans to Minnesota. They had been gone from our state for about 100 years.
We transported about 20 adult swans from Red Rock Lakes in the Centennial Valley in Montana. The natural habitat was a large grassy wetland, accessible by air boat. The birds were transported in cages large enough for them to walk around in comfortably. The trip home was successful and uneventful.
We located the birds to an enclosed area on the edge of a small lake in Carver Park. For the next few years I fed the swans seven days a week. During periods of open water they were fed aquatic vegetation. During freeze up they received small grains, alfalfa pellets and loose alfalfa. We kept a small area of open water for the swans.
It was exciting to work with these amazing birds! The fenced refuge area was about 80-100 acres. It proved to be large enough for a few nest areas.
About the third year we had five cygnets hatched in the refuge. Three cygnets survived (see original watercolor painting by Sherm Pehrson). The flock was free flying and that allowed some pairs to nest outside the refuge area.
The project was expanded to include wildlife specialists to better supervise overall management.
The Trumpeter Swan Society was started by HCPRD and has been a vital part of its overall success. I feel fortunate to have been a small part of the restoration project. It's a good feeling to see small flocks of Trumpeter Swans and realize I was part of this. I never tire of hearing their Trumpeting call!
Swans Among Us
Swans are sleeping by the shore,
Plumes folded misty white;
They awaken, just before
Jeweled sun sheds wintry light.
They trumpet brass and gold,
The pale morning rings;
Fog heaves in the cold,
The river snaps and sings.
The swans are wary, black eyes
Keeping watch the silvery day;
With beating wings they rise
Over glittering waters away.
Theirs the green countryside,
Shining lake, russet hill;
The swan scorns to hide
Behind clouds low and chill.
White wings at swanfall,
In scarlet evening the swans return;
They jostle, settle and call,
Soon white stars will burn.
Close among reeds the nest,
And vigils that leave no trace;
Stick-feathered cygnets at the breast
Will remember this place.
~ Cameron La Follette
My Swan Story by Tom T.
One of our earliest memories of Idaho came in 1982 while moving to Pocatello from North Dakota. It was a foggy, snowy mid-November day when we crossed the Osborne bridge at Harriman State Park for the first time and saw at least 50 swans swimming and flying. Very nice memory for each of us.
My Swan Story - by Richard R.
I'm an old-school retired Alaska Department of Fish & Game fisheries biologist and I've lived here in the Bristol Bay, Alaska area for almost 50 years.
Yesterday, November 29, 2018, I visited a local site we call Lake Camp that is inside Katmai National Park. It is about 12 miles from King Salmon, Alaska & I can drive there via a gravel access road. It lies about a half-mile down the Naknek River from the outlet of Naknek Lake...Alaska's 4th largest freshwater lake. When I arrived at Lake Camp I saw 33 Trumpeter Swans there...11 adults, & 22 cygnets. I believe they represented 5 family groups
Those Trumpeter Swans that over-winter here don't appear to guide their cygnets out of the local area...we see them here in the fall, winter, and in small cohort groups after the adults abandon them the next April-May period.
About the only way I can lean towards identifying individual family cohorts during the late summer through about mid April is by how many cygnets they are shepherding around. After mid-April they abandon these new sub-adults and go off to raise a new set...and the somewhat lost acting young birds seem to group up together and swim around feeding and exploring together until they also disappear from our local river as boat traffic increases and summer vegetation begins to obscure local viewing opportunities.
I hardly ever see them here between mid-June & mid-September...so they are probably scouting future partners and future nesting sites during that time...while their parents are bringing off a new clutch of young.
My Swan Story - Ann N.
My husband and I moved to our lake home here in Minnesota almost 4 years ago. The natural beauty of lake country has been a tremendous gift to all our family. Many times as I have looked out over the pine-rimmed lake at sunset, I have humbly realized that somehow we have managed to secure our own piece of heaven here on Earth. And the wildlife who are the original citizens of the wooded hills and lakes all around us, have amused and befriended us through the seasons. The deer appear often moving silently through the trees, sometimes pausing to watch as we walk the road through the woods. Groups of wild turkeys saunter across the landscape occasionally. And bald eagles glide above the treetops, scanning the shallows of the lake for fish, or riding on the breezes above the shimmering waters.
All of the creatures here catch my attention, but it is the Trumpeter Swans that have completely captured my heart! It is quite striking to me that such a very large powerful bird can demonstrate such fluid grace and mystical beauty. I remember hearing in years past worrisome reports that these amazing birds had reached very low numbers. So it was exciting indeed when we realized that the beautiful snowy white swans that we were seeing on the ponds and sloughs near our new home were Trumpeter Swans.
Thankfully, the Trumpeter Swans are here much of the year. There is a family of swans that we have been watching since we moved to the area; we almost feel that they are our neighbors! We have been watching them nesting each summer on a large slough about a mile down the road from our home. The swans must not mind the slow movement of the occasional cars passing by, as they have returned to nest there each summer since we have lived here. We have enjoyed very much that as we leave to go to work or run errands, that we can often see the swans resting out on the water or preening themselves on the shoreline. We can see their nest on the shore, and when eggs are apparently laid, the adults become very faithful indeed and are sitting on that nest almost constantly. We have watched impatiently during the nesting period, and then are finally rewarded in later summer to witness the little cygnets out on the water with their proud parents. This lovely family has truly been a delight to watch!!
It is now almost December and the cold weather is upon us here in Minnesota. The slough down the road froze over a few weeks ago, while the larger lake by our home still remained open. About the time that the slough froze hard, we started to see 2 adult swans with 2 good sized cygnets down at the shoreline in front of our home. We were excited to see them up so close! We watched them closely on several occasions with our sighting scope, and referred to identification information online to determine specifically what kind of swans they were. We were quickly able to positively ID the swans as Trumpeters, which we had already suspected.
We have had pretty cold weather recently, and our lake is now frozen over as well. The deep cold of winter is taking a firmer grip on the wooded hills, encasing the waters in crystalline sheets of ice. So our lovely swans have moved on. We have noticed that there is a river that passes through the nearby town of Park Rapids that does not completely freeze over each winter. I have been told that the area stays open because there is a spring feeding the river, preventing freeze in the close vicinity. And in the brisk cold of winter, we have seen numerous geese and swans that seem to be fine with wintering in that rather crowded and limited area of open water. So we will be watching again this winter, hoping to see some of our swans in that popular little bay. These amazingly lovely birds are a blessing to so many all through the year!!
The return of sizable numbers of Trumpeter Swans in recent years to Minnesota and indeed to the larger United States, has portrayed the successful rescue of a true treasure among our local wildlife. We offer our sincere thanks for the important work of The Trumpeter Swan Society in helping monitor and support the welfare of these beautiful birds!
My Swan Story - by Rick M.
On a Christmas afternoon some years ago, six Salt Lake City friends decided, on the spur of the moment, to drive up to Jackson Hole for an impromptu cross-country ski tour. The next morning, after a hearty breakfast, we geared up and headed to the Oxbow Bend area. The temperature was minus 23 F, but we were prepared for it. As so often happens when it gets that cold in Grand Teton, most of the landscape was shrouded in a dense layer of fog, but we could discern blue skies above. As the fog began to lift, the Tetons—those most perfect mountains that we were all anticipating the first sight of—began to reveal themselves to the west; Oh, glorious day! But the fog still lay heavy along the Snake River. The air was perfectly calm, the only sound coming from our every step and glide on the hoar-frosted snow.
Timing is everything… We were just getting used to the cold when the first sun began to shine through the fog. The scene was so stunning we all seemed to stop in our tracks at once… just in time to hear the faint trumpeting of swans coming our way… getting louder. As we stood listening, waiting, hoping, eight adult trumpeter swans rose through the breaking mists into the sunlight, flying low over the river, right in front of us, seemingly unaware of our presence. Besides their trumpeting, the only sound was the beat of their wings. Eight grand symbols of all that is pure and perfect, rising into daylight in a perfect place. It was so beautiful it made me weep. And when I looked to my friends, every one of their reactions was the same. We just smiled silently at one another, grateful to share such a moment… an extra special little Christmas gift.
My Swan Story - by Bill Q.
Cygnets die from natural causes such as injuries, chronic health problems, and predator attacks. I have witnessed from my Arctic Tern airplane bald eagles hovering overhead and making steep dives to attack newly hatched cygnets with their sharp claws. The eagles were not successful as the cygnets were close to their parents for protection or even went under their feathers and disappeared.
In 2018 I observed for the first time a predator attack by a pair of coyotes on a nesting pair of swans along the Knik River west of Hunter Creek. One of the coyotes was on the edge of a shallow water body attempting to rush in to catch a cygnet. The adult female swan and her 2 cygnets swam to the middle of the pond while the adult male swan stayed near shoreline defending against the attacking coyote. The male swan was using its wings to strike the aggressive coyote and keep it at bay. The second coyote was standing on shore watching the fierce action. The swan did not allow the coyote to advance toward the middle of the shallow pond where the cygnets were holding on for their lives.
After several rushing attacks by the coyote and about 5 minutes later, the coyote gave up as it was clear the male swan was too much for the coyote to reach the cygnets. The pair of coyotes trotted away from the pond disappointed. I watched the whole event while circling at an elevation in my airplane high enough above the animals that they would not have noticed my presence. It was like being in a front-row seat watching a sporting event.
My Swan Story - by Marilyn A.
About four years ago, I was going through a very difficult time. There is a very lovely cemetery where my grandmother and aunts and uncles are buried. I had not been to the cemetery in a number of years but the need to go there was great. I went to the grave sites and then got into my car to leave. At the other end of the cemetery is a pond and I suddenly was drawn to go there.
I drove to the pond. I parked my car and sat on a bench, alternately watching two beautiful trumpeter swans in the water and crying.
I was sitting near the swans' feeding station and they came out of the water to eat. I sat quietly and watched. When the first swan was finished eating, she started over in my direction and came close to me, first on one side of the bench and then the other. I could've reached out and touched her. She was so close, but I was afraid because I didn't know how she would react.
For me, it was a spiritual encounter. I felt so incredibly blessed that I had this encounter with the swan. The swans gave me hope for the future and a sense of peace. I did not feel it was a random encounter. In fact, it took many months of weekly visits for the swan to come close to me again.
My Swan Story - by Carey S.
I used to spend some time every fall gazing over bobbing decoys in the rain and the fog. On an especially foggy day many years ago, my lab Boomer and I were hunting on a small pond near the lower Columbia River. Despite my calling, or maybe because of it, the ducks were not finding their way through the fog. While Boomer and I were sharing my lunch, we heard raucous cacophony ascending upon our blind. I thought we were being approached by a warming up middle school band trumpet section.
The first things we could see through the fog were these black catcher’s mitt-sized feet against the white background. These were being used as speed brakes and then as seaplane floats as about a dozen trumpeter swans planed to a stop some twenty yards in front of our blind. Boomer, who unfortunately is often already out in the decoys to meet most waterfowl species, was as awestruck as was I. We sat transfixed, watching them perform their post flight rituals of flapping and fluffing and finally paddled into the mist. This was my first up-close experience with these regal birds and prompted me to join The Trumpeter Swan Society.
My Swan Story - by Linda C.
On evening of May 2, 2018, this cygnet was discovered wrapped in fishing line near the shore by two men along the Hudson shoreline. When my husband and I and our dog arrived to do our nightly walk we saw them and several people standing around the swan, which was still breathing, tho' shallow. It was unable to even hold its head up. We suspected this swan was one we had been watching earlier that was ailing but we had difficulty finding lately.
The swan passed away only minutes after we arrived at the scene.
One of the men who brought it to shore and untangled the fishing line had two children, a young daughter and son. The young boy asked me if I knew how old the swan was and I told him it was a young cygnet, perhaps almost a year old since it still had a gray neck. Unknown to me the young girl was writing something on her paper pad while we talked about what to do knowing it could not be left there for scavengers, because in likelihood it has been ill with lead/ other issues, unable to fly for some time. We had been looking for the sick swan each day but did not see it.
Sadly it must've been caught in the fishing line today sometime, where it was found.
I noticed a piece of paper lying beside it. I bent down and saw the young girl had written a note for the swan. She wished for the note to be with the swan and had laid it next to it. The note read: “ R.I.P. cute trumpeter swan. 2017-2018. It died because of fishing line! [she drew a crying face emoji at the bottom of the note].
It was heart wrenching to see and very moving. Again I am so sorry we could not help this young swan. None of us will be able to forget what we saw this evening. The young boy said before they left, “nobody should leave fishing line for animals to get tangled up in.”
My Swan Story - by Carlene H.
Late September 2018, I was at Turnbull National Wildlife in Cheney, WA and to my delight I came across two cygnets preening on Windmill Pond. I watched and photographed them for over an hour, and they didn’t seem to mind me being there.
As I watched them fluff their feathers, stretch their wings, eat, preen and interact with each other, it occurred to me that they were as graceful and as lovely in their own way as the more-familiar white adult swans.
One of them was standing on a little rock in the pond when the second one swam over, I wondered if they would take turns, but I was pleasantly surprised to see that they both ended up on the rock. Good thing they were buddies!
Once they were out of the water, I could see their feet, which looked like big floppy pieces of thick, wet leather – with claws! When one of them started to stretch its wings, I thought surely there wouldn’t be enough room, but the stretch was successful and this became one of my favorite pictures.