In the cold, whooper swans arrived on the loch. The sheep also come close to the shore, the animals grazing alongside each other.
Today, the swans glided over: forward swan calling, chorus responding. I was worried about disturbing them, now I am worried they are seeing me off. I get ready to run.
Instead, we spend time just looking at each other, their curiousity and mine matched.
drawing in the field 