This column has a soundtrack, and you might know the one. Imagine yourself in the North Woods on a summer night, next to a clear, quiet lake. Now listen for the haunting calls of a common loon ...
On a cool, foggy, damp spring morning, a loon yodeled. The sound floated through the mist, causing me to pause in disbelief. Then it yodeled again. And one more time. The loon was calling from a small ...
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