I can hardly believe this coincidence, but, literally, as I wrote that last word 'fire' my husband came in and said 'Can you come to the back door?' When I got there he said 'Listen' (he didn't know I was blogging about sounds!) and there through the mist was the strange and haunting sound of whooper swans out in the bay. How I wish I was clever enough to record them for you!
One day I might learn how to do this, but not today.
Today I am painting.
You can see a much better photo than mine, and hear whooper swans at