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By Treshnish

Sunset swans

Nine Whooper swans weave their zigzag route towards the Treshnish Isles, flying right over me, the setting sun catching the whiteness of their belly feathers, their curling wings and long necks stretching out, creamy against the pink tinged clouds.  

The sun bathes the headland in warm light before it sets, and I go home, very happy to have had the whooper swans fly through my world.

Thank you so much for all the hearts, stars and comments for yesterday's blip - all is well today, and I hope to catch up with your journals soon! 

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