Early morning on December 11, 2008 a very unusual thing happened in southern Louisiana--a snowstorm. I was in the Park at 6:45 a.m. when the first big flakes, as big as goose feathers, began to fly fast and furious with a brisk wind out of the west. It was like a fairyland; the black swans did not know what was happening and kept trying to pick the snowflakes off of their backs. Once again nature had upset the lives of the waterfowl. In September they went through the winds of Hurricanes Gustav and Ike. Most of them had gone through Hurricane Katrina in 2005. Now, here they were in a totally different scene. It was fun.
I got called away from the Park on a family emergency and did not get many photos, but the ones I did capture, I cherish.