Nearly three decades ago on a chill, still December afternoon, I watched three majestic trumpeter swans touch down in a Chesapeake salt marsh.

If you’ve ever walked by New York City’s East River, you may have noticed some swans gracefully gliding across the water.

When February rolls around, most hunting seasons have concluded, and the ice fishing can get downright slow. The same is true for observing and photographing southern Minnesota's bird life. However, ...