Arrived safely this afternoon to Mount Desert Island, Maine. A lovely country farm house overlooking Seal Cove Pond. It is a full moon tonight and the call of the loons can be heard floating over the water.
“This is of the loon–I do not mean its laugh, but its looning,–is a long-drawn call, as it were, sometimes singularly human to my ear,–hoo-hoo-ooooo, like the hallooing of a man on a very high key, having thrown his voice into his head. I have heard a sound exactly like it when breathing heavily through my own nostrils, half awake at ten at night, suggesting my affinity to the loon; as if its language were but a dialect of my own, after all.”
Henry David Thoreau
While I desperately need sleep tonight, hearing the loon’s call in its haunting, but welcoming way is soothing to my spirit. I hope to find the Loon during the day and thank him for his warm welcome.