A sign, maybe?
Last Tuesday, I was out at our family farm for the first time this year. At one point I was standing on the porch steps, and heard a trumpeting. I looked around, and there were three swans (at least I assume they were; they were big and white) flying pretty low, from east to west, across the north quarter. I thought it was very neat. Of course I thanked the Goddess for letting me see them. I'm not sure if the swans flying when and where they did was a sign of anything (welcome, maybe?); if so, I don't know what it could be. Maybe I'm not supposed to figure this out, but just to enjoy the experience.