The trip to Sarnia was filled with bursts of spring music: birdsong and rushing melt water. The sunny day warmed the moist earth and a rich fragrance of earth wafted through the car window. Temporary rivers turned many fields into temporary lakes where water fowl gathered.
Ducks and Canada geese rested in the smaller ones, already paired off for egg laying season. The occasional large lake was graced with huge flocks of swans. I couldn't resist trying to take a picture with my phone. The white dots are swans! Perhaps, if the drive home had been as sunny as the drive there, it might have been clearer.
I had seen a few small flocks on the drive down and was amazed. Most of the time I think of swans as being ornamental birds kept by the wealthy to grace carefully manicured ponds. Somehow I think it takes a special licence to keep the Queen's birds but that could be wrong. Or maybe that only applies to one type of swan. Or maybe that's a British law.
My daughter-in-law told me that these are tundra swans heading for their arctic breeding grounds. They sweep through the area in their hundreds of thousands every spring. It's quite the sight even if it was only in the distance.
My first robin of the year raced across the road in front of the car.
The snow only remained in shaded patches. Whispery mists drifted through bare leafed forests, spilling across the road in spots.
It's a long, three and a half hour drive, but with such sights and worship music playing, it flies by.
"And whatever you do, do it heartily, as to the Lord and not to men, knowing that from the Lord you will receive the reward of the inheritance: for you serve the Lord Christ." Col 3:23-24
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