So we decided we’d wait till Monday ’cause we didn’t know how to get ahold of him. And that evening we found that the trumpeter swan was roosting over in a dump on the other side of Key Biscayne. So we had the bright idea that, okay, we’ll sneak up on him at night. You know, he can’t be very awake at night, and they don’t fly around at night well. We snuck around two AM and we didn’t even get close to him. He took off and flew away. We didn’t hear from him on Sunday. And then Monday we got a call in the morning from a lady in South Miami.
