Ogden Minor Miracle

Having been abandoned by avians other than 7 Blackbird and deafened by dogs, I took the incessant downpour into consideration and decided to abort the mission to Mixenden. 

This appeared to invoke sympathy from the spirit God Cygnus for at 1130 hours I heard a few grunts and honks from above and behind me. Turning around I saw a pr of Whooper Swan flying over the E shore before veering W and heading in the direction of Cold Edge Dams. 

All’s well that ends well (and wet) 😊.