My favorite bird is the Loon .
The call of the Loon always gives me chills with memories of my early teens spent fishing Penask lake with my Dad . The problem is that this loon has lost all fear of man will chase your hooked fish right up to the boat . If you don't yank the fish in at a heck of a rate , even pulling it across the surface of the water he will catch it and swallow it . He has not caught one of mine but others in the lake have lost fish to him . I am worried about the hook getting caught in his throat and killing him . Heck In Canada we even named our dollar after the loon , the only country in the world who's money is called the loonie .
A bit off the subject .... when anyone asks you for a loonie , the temptation to say , sorry I left her at home sometimes becomes too great to pass up . I found out to my chagrin one day that thats Not a joke you want to try in the presence of swmbo . A hard punch on the shoulder and a icy frown somewhat cured me of the practice .