the loon

In the middle of the night, as indeed each time that we lay on the shore of a lake,
we heard the voice of the loon, loud and distinct, from far over the lake.
It is a very wild sound, quite in keeping with the place and the circumstances of the traveler,
and very unlike the voice of a bird. I could lie awake for hours listening to it, it is so thrilling.
Henry David Thoreau

 


Mama Loon... protecting her nest.