Last Saturday was so cold that I cold barely stand the two hours on the ice, in contrast this Saturday felt like a summer day in Minnesota. I was a balmy 24 degrees F when I arrived at the river and I was sure that the swans and geese would be bored with me and the calm winds. Surprisingly, there was a lot of pre-mating agonistic squabbles as well as the occasional fly-in. I was busy scouting a swan domestic argument when this one caught me by surprise... got to love a good surprise!
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