When The Swans Come Back To Bear River Valley...

 It's that time of year...the year the birds return. Not the swallows of Capistrano, but the swans to Northern Utah. 

And it's an incredible sight to see. So much so, I blog about it every year.

We're experiencing our fourth spring in the valley. I still remember the first time we heard the birds. We didn't know what it was...a low, distant thumping coming from somewhere. We went outside and were blown away. Waves and waves of birds in V formations passed overhead, each waved seemed bigger than the past. 

Year after year the swans return, some years we catch more of the migrating birds than other years. The second year we were sort of let down...we must have missed them. Then, came the following year and we again saw the mass of birds heading north. 

Tonight, we witnessed the returning, the flocks of rows and rows of birds. I try to capture the sight with my phone camera. There's just no way to transfer what we see to the electronic page. My wife said as we walked along the street that spring is definitely here. It's another sure sign of the season change.

Next year, God willing, we'll be sitting in our home or be outside and we'll hear that familiar sound, the low, distant thumping, and we'll know what that means. We'll look up in the sky and see the birds on their journey north...

And I'll probably blog about it.