Low Flying Swan
This swan flew so low over my head after lifting off South Pool that I felt the wind from its wings. Walking north along the South Riverside Pasture, I heard its approach, turned and ducked as it banked low around riverbank trees and desperately tried to gain height. I was right in the middle of its flight-path and have never been so close to a flying swan. If I were fast enough, I could have grabbed it by the neck and smelt its breath.