In 1948, a country diary was written about the breathtaking view of a flock of whooper swans flying overhead.
In Cumberland, the sky was cloudless and the mountain ridge was covered in a light dusting of snow. The lake was turbulent due to a strong nor’easter wind, creating long waves. In the midst of this scene, a group of twenty-five whooper swans flew in a single line with their necks stretched out and wings swooshing and whistling. It was a magnificent sight. Later on, we watched as they lifted off from the lake and beat their wings against the water to take flight, seeking a peaceful place where they wouldn’t be disturbed. Overhead, we spotted two formations of geese flying in the recognizable V shape. They were making a deep, melodious sound like a confident foxhound on the right track, possibly heading south towards Morecambe Bay.
The Mallard ducks were seen on the shore and in the woods, eagerly eating the softened acorns brought by a high flood. A large group of tufted ducks were either resting or diving at the edge of the lake. Meanwhile, the Cormorants were drying their wings after catching fish and relaxing on a rocky area, while the nearby teal ducks were diving headfirst in the shallow water.