In the evening I hear the chirp of crickets outside and the occasional thump of a moth against the window screens. Then the eerie call of the loon rises and falls in a tremelo. The sound carries easily across the half mile through the woods from the lake.
At other times, the sound is more of a wail. You can listen to recordings at the loon section of Cornell Lab of Ornithology. They have other calls that are described as a hoot or a yodel. Either those don’t carry as far or our local loons don’t use those calls much. I haven’t heard them.
The loons sit low in the water and dive frequently, searching for fish. When we were out in the boat, I took lots of photos of them. It’s tricky to do with the boat going up and down in the water and the loon diving. When they resurface, it can be quite a distance away.
I wish I had a photo of the very young loon chicks. They ride on the parent’s back sometimes. What I did get are some photos of the not-yet-mature loon.