Cry of the Loon


During our drive up to Maine this week I mentioned that I really wanted to see a Common Loon. It turns out that even more thrilling than seeing this amazing bird was hearing its mournful cry.


A loon popped up just a short distance from my kayak and shook water from its feathers before calling out in its unearthly but beautiful call. It’s a memory I hope to hold onto for a long time.

“The loon symbolizes the wildness of the north – wildness that many of us, trapped in an ever-more-urbanized society, long for from the depths of our souls.” – Marie Read