Winter Sunset on Mt. Baker
One evening, my husband called me to take a drive, quickly. On his way home, he had seen a field full of trumpeter swans (they migrate through our area each winter) and the sun was getting ready to set. When I arrived, the sun was going down and lighting Mt. Baker in pink. The swans were there in their family groups and teaching the juveniles to fly in formation as they prepare to migrate north. The parents would lead and then would drop back to allow the young ones to take the lead, encouraging them with honks and going around and around in the sky. It was incredible.