Flying Sheep


A bicycle ride to the post office is a chance to see Chuckanut Mountain in one of its winter moods. On the fields across the road from Bow Hill Blueberries the swan are grazing.


From a distance, flocks of swans look like flocks of sheep until they flap their wings and take off.

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4 Responses to Flying Sheep

  1. Ingrid Hinton says:

    Come tomorrow!

  2. Valerie J Rose says:

    Sweet photos! Will you be at the Anacortes Winter Market this Saturday?

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