First there is the unmistakable sound, the loud beating of wings. The start is a little clumsy as they raise their heavy bodies into the air. But then there is the soaring in formation, the circling of the lake, the striving towards the west.
I'm not sure where they go, another waterway in the area, a trip to the River Anne beside the sea? But at that moment when I grab the camera (if I'm timely) I feel like I become part of their story and their lives again.
See the swans in love up close here
See their dawn embrace here
Swans and the Children of Lir legend here