The trumpeter swan population is making a rebound in the valley of Jackson Hole, and just at the edge of town there is a bit of water that often stays open during the winter… perfect for a swan feeding ground. Of course they are mesmerizing. Once I had the fun of helping handle one of the wild swans; since I was managing the business end of the disgruntled swan, I was holding its neck near its head. I can still close my eyes and remember the feel of that tiny neck that appears so full (and graceful) under its coat of feathers. Tiny.