The Fading Call of the Loons
November has arrived, and with it come the gray clouds hinting of what's to come. It has never been my favorite time of year, and I often struggle to remain in an upbeat frame of mind. It takes a bit more energy to push through the gloomy days. Another reason November seems this way is because I know my loons will be departing before long. I have enjoyed listening to their repertoire of calls from spring to fall; imagining all the while what they might be telling one another. Such a beautiful, haunting sound that speaks to my soul. I will miss this very much. While visiting with a very dear friend, she questioned if I had seen a difference in the color of the loons as the seasons changed. I told her that they were very drab looking the further into fall we progressed. She read an article in a local publication about the loons which made her think of me, so she generously shared it with me. Although I have always loved the loons that return to our lake each year, I had not given muc