Thursday May 08, 2014

From just above the ridge, the tremolo call of a loon. I rush to the edge of the porch and scan the lake-blue fissures between the clouds.

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  1. “Often given as a flight call, when approaching, leaving, or flying over a lake. The precise meaning of this call is not understood,” says the Journey North website. No lake near here.

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