\'A small mound on white feathers lies on a tussock of grass made grey by a Highland winter.
It is all the monument there will ever be to the life of a swan.\'With these words, and those that follow, Jim Crumley has ensured that there will be a more enduring witness to the life of this swan, and of all swans, than that pyre of white feathers.. \'A small mound on white feathers lies on a tussock of grass made grey by a Highland winter