I was clearing the snow from my car roof Saturday, when I heard them. It would have been impossible not to hear them - a cacophony of cackling. My arms stopped moving. I slowly turned and gazed toward the water. And waited. They appeared...in a mass I had never experienced before. Hundreds and hundreds of white wings and open beaks, gliding together as if they were one. It took my breath away. They swooped down toward the lake and rose up again. As one. Graceful. Boisterous. Staggering. And then they were gone. Thank you, Spring.