Late last fall, the loons moved on to their winter berth…. Leaving behind, a void….. None of those romancing, haunting in calls.
One of our friends returned about two weeks ago, a week later…… a pair, and the calls began, on a dark and foggy evening…..
now then, the buffleheads and mergansers are back….. but it’s the loons that I love most.
Redemption of heart mind and soul from the spirits of the lake….