A loon’s eerie tremolo echoes across the crystal-clear waters of this old, abandoned mine pit. A diving bird, he’s just surfaced, and is eyeing me warily, but to fly requires a long run-way for take-off, so he’ll probably just dive underwater again, and pop up somewhere else. His mate doesn’t answer; she’s most likely diving for fish now.
The rocky ledges of these old mine pits provide the perfect habitat for nesting and breeding during the summer months. To top it off, the DNR stocks most of these pits with Rainbow Trout.
Apparently, he’s not as afraid of me as I thought, and he calls out to his mate again in that long, forlorn wail. This time, she answers.
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the tuxedoed loon–
in proper attire for
a banquet of fish
–Photo by me
4 thoughts on “Loon (haibun)”
Lovely read and beautiful photo. 😊
Your poem at the end is masterful. I’m sure it will come to mind whenever I see a loon. 🙂
Thank you, yea, this is the land of the loon, lol
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