The birds were solitary today.
The loon called from beyond the ice, a call of arrival and inquiry.
I almost missed it.
The pileated woodpecker hammered the tree right behind me.
I jumped. No missing it.
Further down the way, a rooster alternated calls with the loon.
The lake boomed magnificently, a deep rip all the way across the pond.
Waves of sound echoed while Max and I listened.
In Mary’s woods up from the pond, a single pine warbler sang.
Back home, a lone pair of ducks flew chittering high above, searching for open water.
Why do they look lonely?