Breakfast For Little Kingbirds

While kayaking early one morning, I spied this Kingbird sitting at the top of a tree.

I raised my camera to capture it’s profile against the dark blue sky, when suddenly, it took flight, swooping to a nearby nest.  Sitting so low on the water, I couldn’t see inside. And I just HAD to see inside.

Paddling back up the shoreline, I found a spot where I could pull my kayak up on land. Pushing through tall blueberry bushes, I made my way up a banking until I could look down upon it. Focusing through branches and leaves, I was so pleased to see  . . .

little beaks.  One, two, three.

Mama checked each one . . .

then flew off.

They settled down in their home.   And I waited. And waited. And waited. The loons came by. The eaglet called out .  I was just about to leave, when one little chick raised its head high.

When it opened its beak, I knew it sensed a parent nearby.

Two beaks showed themselves.  I focused my camera . . .

And suddenly, Mom was back! With a huge dragonfly!

She stuffed it in the lucky chick’s beak . . .

But it didn’t fit!  She pulled the dragonfly back, and I felt so sad for the little one who had his meal and lost it in less than a minute.

But I needn’t have worried, she tried again . . .

And this time he took it!

I think this “you-doubted-me?” look, was meant for me

Inch by inch, that little one slowly swallowed the dragonfly . . .

until there was nothing left!  Where on earth did he put it?

I wasn’t able to get back to the nest for nine days, and sadly, they were already gone. I hope these little three made it!

 

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Fox Family 2017

Over April Vacation, I spied a pair of cardinals hanging around my bird feeder.

In the 26 years we’d owned the campground, I had NEVER had a pair of cardinals visit me! To say I was excited was an understatement!  When I saw the male feeding the female during their courtship, I was in love. I couldn’t wait to photograph them.

It didn’t take long for me to realize, though, how skittish they were. I swear, I’d put a finger on the house window to open it, and they’d be gone. For hours.  But I had a plan . . . my cloak of invisibility! A camouflage colored cloth that covers me from head to toe, with a looking window and a slot for my camera.

Early one morning, I found a spot among the bushes in front of the house and I waited.  And waited. And waited.  Juncos came. Blue Jays were fooled into visiting. Chickadees and sparrows and even the flycatcher that likes to nest in the eaves of our workshop, stopped by to snack.

Just as I was about to throw off the cloak, I saw a flash of orange from the edge of my lawn.

But she hadn’t seen me! The cloak did it’s job!

Soundlessly she entered the front yard, hoping to catch some little squirrels, or perhaps a mouse eating seeds.

Well, she couldn’t see me, but she quickly heard me.

The click, click, click of my camera caught her ear .  . . they have very good hearing. And I wasn’t far away at all.

The fox visited my front lawn several times over school vacation week. This isn’t the first time we’ve had April fox sightings. Their den is nearby and just after the kits emerge, the adults tend to hunt closer to home. But the minute my campers start rolling in, the fox finds a new trail to hunt from.

I went to check the den often toward the end of April and the beginning of May (but always from afar) hoping to catch sight of the kits.  I even sat on a tree stump under my cloak of invisibility one day –  for two hours!  The adult walked by, but never even looked toward the openings in the banking. I told my husband that day that I’d given up hope. “They’ve must have chosen a new location.”

Then one afternoon, after closing up the campground store, I told my family I was heading to the lake to photograph the eagles. But as I stepped of the porch, I turned toward the fox den instead. I hadn’t yet taken down the trail camera, I reasoned. “Today’s a good day for it,”

That day turned out to better than I expected. Because there, playing on the banking, were the kits!

How adorable are these little buggers?

There were five in all!

They wrestled, nipped each other’s ears and pounced. If a strange noise filled the woods, they were in their den in a flash, only to come back out again the minute it passed.

Their antics had me giggling silently. I could have watched them all day!

What do you suppose these two are looking at?

I hope the hustle and bustle of the campground doesn’t stress out the adult foxes, causing them to move to a new den. I’d love to watch these little ones for a bit longer and collect some behavior to talk about with readers at next year’s school visits.

Oh, and by the way, I did finally capture those elusive cardinals . . .

I sure hope they stick around awhile, too.

Edited to add:  The fox family did move shortly after I’d written this post.  I sure do wish them well.

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Nesting Eagles ~ 2017

Our eagles have been patiently sitting on their eggs since mid-March. 

Through wind and rain and snowstorms too!

I’ve been trekking down to the lake every four days or so to check on them.  As long as I see one of them on the nest, I know all is well.

One day early last week, I’d checked to find everything as it should be.  I’d begun to walk home, and was just out of sight of the nest when I heard the adult crying out over and over and over again. I raced back to find this . . .

A juvenile eagle in the area!  And it seemed to be chasing the adult!

This was new-to-me behavior!

Usually, it’s the other way around, with the adult shooing off a juvenile.

The adult came back to sit on the nest, the two of them hollering and warning and fussing together, until that juvenile left the area.

Then everything was quiet again.

After a few moments, the adult that had flown in, lifted up into the air . . .

And it was then I saw it . . .

It had supper in its talons.  THAT’S what the juvenile had been after.

The adult silently flew to a nearby island.

Landing in a tree, it ate its meal in peace and quiet.

Every now and then, when I’m down at the lake, I’ll hear the adult on the nest call out. I haven’t seen the juvenile since, but I have a feeling he’s hanging around still, looking for a handout! We’ll have to watch closely to see if it becomes a danger to the chicks after they are born.

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Winter Wildlife – Otters

Oh, it’s been so very long since I posted! And I apologize, dear reader. You see, Book 4, Mystery of the Bear Cub has been the hardest of all of Cooper’s adventures to write.  I absolutely love the content: Black Bears, the evils of trash dumping, and kids making a difference.  But when you write a series, the trick is to keep each book different enough to be interesting and the mystery a surprise, yet you want it to have some of the same content so you feel as if you’re curling up with a best friend.  Right this minute, Mystery of the Bear Cub is with my editor and a Black Bear expert!  I’m so very lucky to have the advice of Melissa Kim and and Deborah Perkins as we put the final touches on this one.

Whenever I get stuck, I find myself doing one of two things:  One, stand in front of the food cupboard and nibble as I think.  Or two, take a walk around the campground property. Those of you who know me best, know I take my camera everywhere I go. And I’ve caught some pretty interesting wildlife on the move lately!

When I go to school visits, I’m always asked what my favorite animal is . . . that’s like asking who my favorite child is!  I can’t choose. But this otter had me fascinated for most of the winter.  I devised ways to get closer and closer still to his fishing hole.

If anyone had watched me stalking this otter, they would have giggled at me. We have a long skinny piece of shoreline that juts out into the lake. It’s a piece of old cart road, before Route 26 was built. It’s really only a footpath wide. If I knew he was out there on the ice, as I reached the beginning of this section of path, I’d take off my squeaky snowshoes and wait.

The minute he slipped into the water after his next meal, I’d walk closer and closer still. When he popped out again, I’d freeze.

Otters have very good hearing, but their eyesight is not so good. So as long as I stood still, he would stay fishing. If I moved too much, or too close, he’d dive in and slip away, never to return again that day.

Up to this point, I had only gotten interesting, but dark and grainy photos because of the distance. I longed for close ups. Crisp photos with lots of detail. So I decided to add the extension to my camera lens, and lug down my cloak of invisibility, which is no small feat . . . it’s heavy!

Using my stop and go technique, I got as close as I dared.  Finally, when he dove again, I raced forward to a spot closer to his favorite hole in the ice, where I could stand behind some bushes. Then I threw the cloak over me and the camera. And I waited.

And I waited.

And I waited.

And I was rewarded!

Still not as crisp as I’d like, but a little better still.

Look at this otter chow down! I swear this guy does nothing but eat! And I wondered where on earth he “puts it all” It makes sense though when you hear that its body digests food in only an hour.

I sat there for close to two hours that day, just focusing on him. And while I still wasn’t as close as these pictures make it seem, I can use my camera lens like binoculars to observe and take note of his behaviors.

What I love most, is how he uses his front feet to hold the fish. From what I read, otters will also eat freshwater mussels, large water beetles, crabs, crayfish, bird eggs (could explain the loons eggs lost during last Spring in the first nesting), fish eggs, and small mammals (muskrats, mice, young beavers). So far, I’ve only seen them eat fish. Lots and lots of fish.

Now that the little patch of open water has grown, he doesn’t show up like he used to. But I’m content with research I gained, and those lovely hours of solitude by the edge of the wintering lake.

You can be sure, he’ll end up in a book sometime.

 

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Teachers and Librarians! Win a Classroom Set Of COOPER AND PACKRAT Books!

Long before I walked through the doors of Whittier Middle School as an Ed Tech (only 5 years ago), I held the librarians and teachers I knew in high regard.  I have friends and family in these positions, and of course, I met my community members in our local schools when my children attended. I thought I knew the roles pretty well.

When I sold my first book though, and became a published author, I began traveling outside my county and even my state to visit other school systems. My education circle grew . .

and grew . . .

and grew.

I learned teachers in all districts, states, and grades have many things in common. They work long hours, always at school, and usually at home. They stay late to teach one-on-one. They take extra classes to improve their own learning and they attend the basketball games of their students. All while managing their own family commitments.

But now that I’m there, inside the school walls, I see even more. I’ve witnessed teachers buy food. Join track with a student, so the student can participate.  Donate clothing. Slip books into backpacks. And yes, even purchase the supplies to make one hundred Incredible, Edible Aquifers, in order to make learning about groundwater contamination fun.

They’ve gone to funerals. Thrown birthday parties. Wiped tears. Celebrated their reluctant reader’s book choice.

And I swear, every single one of them buy a hundred, gazillion pencils, even after threatening not to.

Everywhere I’ve gone, every school I’ve presented at, you feel it the minute you walk through the doors. Teachers care.  They do what’s necessary to mold the minds of our future generations. And not just in Science and History and Reading and Writing . . . but they teach values, too.

This has been a tough couple of weeks for all of you.  For me, too.  But I want you all to remember, so many people out “there” have your back. I see the kindness every day . . . from the author who donates a box full of books, to the parent who sends in a box of pencils.

Me, I want to let you know I hear you too. I wish I was a louder person, I’m just not comfortable shouting from a roof top about anything. But I’ve been listening. Watching. Researching. And yes, doing my part, albeit quietly.

One of my favorite things, is to contribute to a classroom/school library. So today, when I feel we all need the positivity most, I’m opening up a contest to all teachers and librarians. To be entered, all you have to do is post an inspiring classroom moment in the comments below. My goal: to compile a list of uplifting, teacher and librarian moments!  Good things happening in the classroom and school!

A celebration of all you do!

Here are the rules:

  • No names of students or teachers or administrators in your story without permission, please
  • To be eligible, give your name, your school’s name, and state.  If you aren’t a teacher or librarian, lead them here to enter under their own name.
  • Tell us an inspiring, uplifting moment in the comments below. It can be between you and a student, you and a parent, another teacher or the class pet!  But again. No names, unless you have permission. Confidentiality is a must.  Well, okay, maybe the name of the Class Pet. I don’t think they’d mind. But if you do use the class pet . . . I’d love to see a picture!  Because, you know, I am a nature geek and all.    Hmmm – maybe my next contest will include them!

Prizes:

1st Prize     A classroom set of hardcover, Cooper and Packrat Books AND a Skype Visit (provided you’ve read or at least begun the books with your classroom and that we can agree on a time and date)

2nd Prize   A classroom set of Cooper and Packrat Books

3rd Prize  One Cooper and Packrat adventure of your choice

All entries must be entered by midnight, February 14th.   A winner will be randomly chosen on Wednesday, February 15th, by my classroom and posted here, on February 16th.  Rules must be followed to be eligible.

 

And just because I wouldn’t ask you to do something I wouldn’t want to, here is my favorite teaching moment:

Taking students to the Fire Station can be so much fun.  Here I am with the teacher I work with, Shannon Shanning (using her name with permission)

The students had challenged us that day, to see which one could get dressed in the fire fighters gear faster.  And you know, I don’t remember exactly who won.  But I do remember the students and fire fighters cheering, Shannon and I laughing, all the while learning at the same time about sportsmanship, firefighter gear and community.


Edited on 2/15 to  add the winners! 

I’m so very glad I didn’t have to judge based on the inspirational stories below . . . each one was told from the heart and brought tears to my eyes.  What amazing students you have . . . and how fortunate they are to have had you in their lives.

Today my students took time out from their National History Day duties to pull three names from a pencil holder. In the order pulled, with first place pulled first . . .

Thank you all for taking the time to enter!  I will be in touch very, very shortly.

Everyone, check back again soon. I tend to do this every now and again . . .

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Front Yard Visitor

Last week, I drove home from school, backed the truck into its usual parking space and walked into the house.  My husband met me at the door, my camera in his hand.

“I’m surprised it didn’t fly away!” he exclaimed.

“What? Fly away? Who?” I asked.

“The owl! You parked right under him. Got out of the truck, it watched you walk in the house. He’s been here a couple of hours, stalking the front yard.

I ran to the window and there he was .  .

A Barred Owl!

David told me how, before I’d gotten home, he’d taken quite a few photos through the window, for fear of scaring it away. The owl watched the front yard for awhile. Napped at times, too. Then it landed on top the bird feeder.

“Did it try to catch my songbirds?” I looked out to see the chickadees, nuthatches and mourning doves chowing down on the sunflower seeds in the feeders.

“No, it was only interested in the squirrels. In fact, it landed on top a hole in the snow to wait for one to come out. All the while, your birds kept feeding.”

I decided I’d try to sneak out the side door to snap a few outside photos.

He let me take about twenty or so, before spreading his wings.

I thought I’d scared him away . . .

Until he landed in a tree only a few feet away.

The sun sunk lower behind the trees, the song birds flew off to find their nighttime perch, and still the owl sat on the branch watching the front lawn.

 

All in all, he hung out on the front lawn from noon-ish until 4pm.  I hoped he’d find dinner, so he would return often. But alas, I don’t believe he did. Not while I was watching anyway.

Now I can’t help but look up into the branches of my big maple tree whenever I pass under it, hoping he’ll visit again.

 

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Loon Watch: Lazy Fall Days

 

Once school started, I didn’t get out on the lake as often.  But when I did, the fall foliage views were amazing!

 

 

I never knew where the loon family would be. Sometimes they were right off our point, fishing around the docks. Sometimes they were down by the State Park beach. Or over in the cove.

The lake was quieter now. As was my campground and the State Park.  And every time I went out to see my loons I wondered if it would be the last time.

The adult loons look a little different in September and October.

They’re losing their black and white feathers, and growing in stronger, warmer gray feathers to help them winter on the ocean water. Remember, they stay on the ocean water, until the next nesting season – through snow storms and ice storms and winter winds.

And even now, when the chick can feed itself, the parents still brought fish to it now and again.

Look!  The chick is as big as its parents, too!

They’ve taught it all it needs to know. They’ll fly separately to their winter home, the adult leaving first. The chick following several days later.

One day, early October, with the warm Fall breezes and the late afternoon sun, I watched the adult catch a large fish while the chick was off diving and preening.

It dunked the fish, turned it and dunked it again. At first, I thought the loon was trying to attract the chick to eat it.

And then I thought it would eat it, itself. Loons turn fish to swallow them head first.

And whole.

But it never did. I’m pretty sure it let it go.

Strange. This time, the behavior escaped me.  Has your Mom or Dad ever told you to stop playing with your food?  Maybe it was something like that.

As I said goodbye to these loons . . .

Little did I know that it would be the last time I’d see them.

I learned a lot from this loon family, from the first failed nesting attempt, to this last playing-with-food behavior. I learned that loon adults care for their chicks. They feed them, protect them, and teach them. Not unlike our parents do for us.

I learned that being out on the lake at 6 in the morning helped feed my soul. The quietness was like deep meditation, calming my thoughts and freeing my mind.

This was an incredible experience, and one I’ll carry in my heart for a very long time.

 

 

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Hoot Behavior

Late August, the weekend before Labor Day Weekend, I found a chance to kayak out again  with my friend Cindy.  This time, it was so foggy, we could barely see beyond the front of our kayaks. But foggy days have their own beauty . . . in the way water droplets cling to the lake grasses, and how the sun eventually burns through the fog to find you.

We kayaked all the way to the end of the lake by Range Pond State Park. We saw eagles fly back and forth. We heard their chicks hollering loudly for breakfast. A beaver slapped his tail on the water.

But no loons were seen.

Knowing I had to head back to open the camp store, Cindy and I turned back the way we’d come. It was then we heard a loon’s flying call. Swooping over our heads, it landed not too far away.

There was an answering call.

 

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There they were!

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Wow! The chick had grown!

They passed next to us, not paying us any mind.  Cindy and I snapped a few photos, when suddenly, the adult hooted and dove.

The chick immediately sunk low in the water, like a submarine.

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It was silent, looking left and right.

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Cindy and I turned to see why the adult had left. Wouldn’t you know, just like the other times, our adult was hanging out with the one that had flown in.

Mama was protecting her chick yet again.

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Cindy and I didn’t see any aggressive behavior between the two adults. It was more like they were checking in with each other.  So, we turned back to see what the chick was doing, but . . .

it was gone!

We looked everywhere! There was still fog lingering in spots, not wanting to lift just yet, which made it hard to see.

Finally though, we saw it. Along the shoreline, in the fog bank.

The brave little chick.

 

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When the second adult flew away, back to its own lake, our adult gave another hoot.

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And the chick swam out for a reunion.

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It got breakfast as a reward.

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For quite awhile before heading in, Cindy and I watched these two.  It was a beautiful sight.

Only four days later, after the weekend, and I was back out again to check on the loon family. School was starting the next day, and I knew I wouldn’t get out as much to see them.

You would think that watching the adult loons feed their chick would get boring after awhile. But every single time, it was a little bit different.

On this day, the adult brought back several fish to feed on.  Even though I knew the chick could find its own food, it kept hooting for more.

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And while the adult was busily hunting down the next snack, the chick ducked its head in the water, it dove, it looked around.

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This one time, the adult came back with no food.

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The chick looked a little confused. It hooted and waited. When the adult stayed, it hooted again.

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The chick slowly approached.

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Hooting softly a couple times, it came closer still.

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It poked and prodded at at its parent.

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Even pulled on a feather or two.

And when the adult had enough,

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It dove away.

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Our little chick had gotten its way!

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And here comes Mom with another snack!

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And another!

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I’m not even sure what that is!

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But it’s a mouthful!

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Too much of a mouthful! Our little chick drops it . . .

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And Mom has to go looking for it.

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And Dad too, I guess!

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I’m afraid that snack got away . . .

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And our little chick is not very happy about it!

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Will our little one ever learn to fish for itself?  Check back and see.

Note: Teachers, please feel free to use these blog posts in your lesson plans for Cooper and Packrat’s first adventure;  Mystery on Pine Lake. From this point on, my observations could be the observations of Cooper, Packrat and Roy after the final pages of the story.

Next Up:  Will Our Little Chick Leave In Time!

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The Loon Chick Grows: My Loon Watch

 

In my last blog post, I’d visited the loon family on July 16th when the chick was only 5 days old. There wasn’t a morning after that, I didn’t think about kayaking out again. But the campground duties keep me pretty busy, especially the weekends!   Lucky for me, my campers kept me up to date. Kids fishing from the shoreline and docks, reported seeing the eagle fly overhead, and the adult loons crying out.  Kayakers, returning their rental keys, told stories of watching the loons feeding their chick.

I knew the loon family was doing well.

The next time I was able to sneak out, was July 20th. I spent over an hour documenting the chick and felt really good about the photos I’d taken. When I got home however, and tried to look at the images, the thing all photographers fear had happened.

My memory card was corrupted. All the photos were lost.

I whined and fussed and whined some more, before giving myself a kick in the pants. My author-friend, Cynthia Lord had made a sunrise kayaking date with me for the morning of July 23rd. I could get more photos then. It was only three days later, how much could the chick have changed?

As Cindy and I paddled out, we found the loon family in their usual early morning breakfast nook.

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They were a beautiful sight!

And yes, the chick had grown, and even changed color a tiny bit in those three days!

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It was more active too,

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crawling up and over the adult like it was playground equipment . . .

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It’s no wonder the adult had to stretch its wings every now and again.

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It must be hard, giving piggy-backs all the time.

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The chick began pulling at the adult’s feathers, one at a time.  In this chick’s short life, I’d seen it do this a couple times. Each time it had, the adult would begin looking under the surface of the water for minnows.

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So when the adult dove under water and didn’t pop right back up, we didn’t worry too much. “It’s hunting for breakfast,” I told Cindy.

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The chick moved a little closer to the shoreline, and there it stayed. One minute turned into five. Five turned into eight.

Where were the adults?

Two more minutes went by and Cindy and I were quite concerned. We paddled in circles, looking all over the lake. Where did the parents go? How could they leave the chick alone with the eaglets only a short flight away and snapping turtles lurking under the surface of the water?

 

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I raised my long lens and used it like binoculars. Cindy joked about being left to babysit without instructions.

And then I spied them . . .

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The adult pair were meeting and greeting another couple of loons . . . quite a distance away!  They dove and bobbed heads. They circled. And from what we could see, there was no drama, like the last time I’d witnessed an adult loon in their territory. There was no  yelling or fighting. This looked like . .. socializing! Early rafting!

By now the loon chick was hanging out by a neighboring dock, and it seemed to be keeping its parents in sight. What struck me though, was how the chick stayed put. It didn’t wander more than a few feet. Didn’t dive. Didn’t try to join the adults. How did it know?

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The adult loons traveled together for a bit, and still the chick stayed. Cindy and I got a teeny bit closer to it. Just in case. We weren’t quite sure how we could save it, should danger approach. But it made us feel better just the same.

Eventually, the other pair of loons took flight, and the adults headed our way. When they were close, they hooted softly to their little one. Then, only then, did it leave its protected spot.

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As they swam away, one of the adults called out several times. Cindy and I thought it meant, We got it from here! Thanks!

Exactly a week later, I was able to paddle out again. In 26 years of living on Lower Range Pond, I don’t think I’ve ever gone out at 6:30am as often as I did last summer!  I have a new appreciation for that time of day . . . listening and watching the lake wake up.  All the colors are softer. Birds sing a chorus that starts quietly, and the higher the sun rises, the louder their song becomes. I’d hear a rooster crow across the lake. Then a screen door would slam on the other side.  Birds bathed at the lake’s edges, from eagles to the littlest sparrow. Beavers slowly swam for their dens, as Kingfishers snatched breakfast from the lake’s surface.

It quickly became my favorite time of day.

And finding the loons each time, made it even more wonderful.

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And now, only a week later, the chick seemed to have grown larger yet again.

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One of my favorite parts of watching the chick grow, was seeing it follow in its parents footsteps . . . so to speak.

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Even its stretches were adult-like

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I was amused to see the chick still pulled at its mother’s feathers when it was hungry . . .

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When she dove this time though, she came back with something a little bigger than a minnow!

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The adult dunked it, and dunked it, so the chick would get interested.

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It didn’t take long . . .

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Just like the adults, the chick swallowed the fish whole, and head first.

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Where on earth does it “put” that much fish?

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Yum!

Well, if you’re a loon, that is!

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I almost felt like the chicks parent myself, I was so proud and comforted to know it had  grown and was eating. At this size and at 19 days old, I hoped it was too large to be a snack for a snapping turtle.

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Every day that the chick lived, meant it had a better chance of survival.

And at this point, I had a feeling it was going to do well.

 

Note: Teachers, please feel free to use these blog posts in your lesson plans for Cooper and Packrat’s first adventure;  Mystery on Pine Lake. From this point on, my observations could be the observations of Cooper, Packrat and Roy after the final pages of the story.

Next:  Hoot Behavior

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2017 Calendars

There are two different calendars this year. Each is filled with photos I took and edited personally in 2016 while kayaking and hiking in the Poland, Maine area.

Calendars are Loon Family and Maine Wildlife, and either of them can be ordered in two sizes:

Desktop for $12 plus shipping (tax included)

Wall Calendar 8.5″ x 11″ for $20 plus shipping (tax included)

Shipping/Handling:  1 calendar First Class $3.50       2 to 4 calendars Flat Rate $6.45

If you’d like to order, please place it in the comments below and I’ll email you the total due with shipping, and you can mail a check. I’ll fill the orders as soon as I receive the calendars (most likely December 1st)  I will only be selling them over the holiday season.

Thank you to all who reached out and asked me to do this again this year!

Loon Family Calendar

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Desktop Loon Family Calendar

with  all the same photos as above

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Maine Wildlife Calendar

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Desktop Wildlife Calendar

with  all the same photos as above.

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