At dawn, the swan geese glided silently across the misty lake.

During the autumn migration, a lone swan goose rested on the riverbank before joining its flock.

Every July, the riverbank comes alive with the traditional swan hopping, where crews count and mark the birds.

Biologists observed several swan mussels clinging to submerged branches.

The conservation team surveyed the riverbank and found a large swan mussel lodged among the reeds.

When the music swells, the diver swan-dives from the cliff and the audience gasps.

At dusk, the swan maidens danced silently on the misty lake, their feathers glowing in the moonlight.

We drove to Swan Quarter to attend the annual waterfront festival and learn about the town's maritime history.

The old legend told of a swan maiden who came to the lake every full moon, weeping for the life she had left behind.

The aging composers recorded their swan songs with a bittersweet dignity that moved everyone in the room.