These are the birds that transform the fortunes of a dour dreich day. It makes my spine tingle hearing the Whooper's distant trumpet calls blow in on the North wind (wee bit of poetic licence -it was a strong Westerly!).
I love the way Whooper Swans make an entrance -loud whooping & bugling, much splashing as they land & exuberant neck-flexing with the whole family joining in.