Perhaps someone will have read the swans in the spring that ran on the outskirts of the Last Thule, in the thousands. The theory is that if the spring comes, must start in the autumn. In fact, in the short days of November, we happened to see some formations of the birds head south straight on their white necks.
happens every year, however, that information is received of any of them so attacked to their summer places did not want to leave and then be trapped by the ice which will inevitably widen the lakes and the sea.
As seen in Photo of the Month, including the Bay of stuga is freezing. The usual pair of swans that rallieta the summer, however, was still there, and dozed Matthew Sunday, icy, regal and careless, in the midst of the waters.
photography was not possible, certainly not with the poor means at my disposal. So, I used the resources of nineteenth-century naturalists and I simply give them a pencil sketch while watching them through the telescope, and then paint the scene at home in peace in front of the computer. So, in collaboration with my other blog, I'll get acquainted with our vicinanti, the Swans:
And perhaps this is the last time we see them this year, since the ice yesterday were closed down in the bay. I hope that the two have had the good sense to move to nicer places.
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