Trumpeters

It is Friday, time to lighten up a bit. . . .

Most of my blog posts, most of the time, have something to do with fish and fishing, almost always in Nebraska.  However, from time to time I like to mix in some about wildlife and hunting or even trapping.  This is going to be one of those times.  Do not go grumbling and quit reading, follow along.  I know you enjoy the whole experience while you are fishing as much as I do.

Recently, I found this video posted on-line.  It is a great video about one of my favorite places in the whole, wide world.  The wildlife I see in that place is no small part of why I love it so much.  Take the time, watch the whole video, you need the break, and you will learn something while you are at it:

I am old enough to remember when we hardly ever saw a Canada goose in the Nebraska sandhills, let alone a trumpeter swan.  Now, it seems geese are as abundant as meadowlarks, and we commonly see swans too.  A few springs ago my son and I came across a wet meadow that was full of dozens, if not hundreds of swans.  It was an amazing spectacle.

I love the sound of trumpeters.  I swear that sound carries for hundreds of yards, if not miles.  More than once I have heard that distinctive, haunting, deep “herron-nnn” several minutes before the birds that made it flew by.

Any day I am on sandhills water, and I have a trumpeter fly-by, is a great day, indeed.  Come to think of it, I am past due for another one or two of those days. . . .