Back when my girls were in the early sand bucket age, loons were a rare sight on the lake. The grownups would knock off whatever chat we had going when we spied those distinctive birds — spotted backs, red-eyed. I grew up in New Hampshire and never saw a loon as a girl.
But even now, those calls — how eerie, how utterly mesmerizing, how definitively not of the human world. This afternoon, before a planning commission meeting and just as a little light rain begins, I walk over to that beach where we drank so much coffee. There’s two cars in the parking lot, people staring at the lake and the sky that’s bruised with storm. The loons holler across the rippling water. Vacation in Vermont and you might think summer is all sweetness and ice cream — but here’s a slice of cold rain, those two black-necked beauties, and an infinity of sky.
Stony Soil Vermont 
Beautiful image. Thank you for sharingm
Thank you!
I love the mesmerizing loon calls. They remind my of our cabin as a kid. Maggie
What a lovely childhood memory. 🙂
Very nicely done. And…I know that otherworldly call.
Loons are the most enchanting!
I’ve never heard a loon’s call in person. Someday.
You’ll be so lucky to hear loons for the first time!
What a present to be able to hear that otherworldly sound.
Otherworldly is a great word!
It’s basically a synonym of your “not of the human world.” 😊