One morning, just by luck I happened across a pair of Trumpeters with their cygnet. It was dawn in September and I had stopped my car in the Park to listen for wildlife. The magical golden light that nature photographers live and breathe was beginning to peak over the treetops. The air was clean and clear and sharp and at just that moment I heard the muted two note jazz trumpet of a swan from the other side of the bushes where I was standing.
Trumpteter Swan in the mist
The two adults, swam off to feed in different directions, but then after a few moments, swam towards each other, out of the mist and into the direct light. One of the swans stretched out his neck to rub; affectionately it seemed, against the female as they passed.
