We were standing by a beaver pond on the Two Hundred Acre Wood, and the two floating tumps way off in the distance looked like melting ice in the low light, but something about the two snowy white shapes didn’t seem right. When one fluffy tump turned right side up and looked over at us with a lustrous gimlet eye, we were delighted.
Holarctic swans occasionally put in an appearance in our part of the world when migrating, but it doesn’t happen often, and we had never seen them ourselves. The yellow eye lores (or patches) at the base of their bills were not visible in twilight, but our beautiful birds were “whistlers”, and not members of the smaller Bewick’s Swan tribe. The interval by the pond was definitely what I like to call a “hallelujah moment”.