All of a sudden, in spite of the light rain today, Tami felt the urge to grab my binoculars and head to the lake. We’d recorded eight inches of rain over the last two days, and we knew that while a camper had seen an adult loon on the nest Saturday morning, no one had mentioned it since.
We trudged through the wet underbrush to the top of a steep banking at the lake’s edge and gasped. The lake was so high! I trained binoculars on the island across from us. No matter how hard we searched, we couldn’t find the nest. The shore line was gone.
We heard a wail off to the right. And an answering cry to the left. The adults met in the middle and there, tucked under the protective wing on the back of one of them was a little, black fuzzy baby.
At first, we were sad not to see two. Tami thinks the rising waters of the lake kept the second egg from hatching. But there’s one, and he’s adorable!
Tami doesn’t have pictures yet, but she hopes to have some soon! Here’s last year’s babies though . . .