Bob and I decided to take Wendell Berry’s advice and escape the despair of the world by to find the peace of wild things. We headed to the winter birding grounds in eastern North Carolina. If you have only ever been to the Outer Banks in the summer, winter is a very different experience, offering opportunities for solitude. I posted video as solitude doesn’t mean silence: swans, especially, are very noisy. The sounds invite you into their world.