Brace for Impact
As the afternoon turns colder and darker, I replay the flyover in my head, fearing that we've missed our only chance at a swan. Yamane acts confident, but I can tell that he's as surprised as I am when a call floats in overhead. Visibility has dropped to a quarter mile, maybe less. Swans are out there, but I can't tell where. Yamane gives a whoop, and a bird responds. Now the flock is even closer. White spots appear in the gray fog. Seven adults pass overhead and circle just outside the spread, but then, like the previous group, pump their wings and retreat.