and one of them was always by its side. Wonder what the young is saying? Caption anyone?
The loons were very comfortable with me. One swam towards me.
Loon Magic, that is what I experienced on Sunday. I sat quietly in my kayak with my telephoto lens, at a distance from the loons (on a pond where lots of people kayak, so the loons are used to it.) I just watched and enjoyed and immersed myself in the loon's world.
It was such a thrill to see these magnificent birds, going about their lives and raising their young. At one point an adult who was feeding at a distance from the other adult and young gave the wail call. Sent chills through me. Loon calls have got to be one of the great bird sounds, evoking the wildest of the wild.
This was a late nesting. Another kayaker I spoke with said they had seen the young diving, a good sign and essential in learning to feed itself, even though the adults will feed it for two to three months or longer. The young loon must grow and ready itself to leave the lake before winter sets in and migrate with the others to the coast.