Pictured Above:
Our Flower from New Orleans,
And One of My Many Loon Paintings
“No sadder sound salutes you,
Than the clear, wild laughter,
Of the loon.”
Celia Thaxter
Anyone who knows me
Knows that I love loons
They are my favorite birds
I love listening to their tunes
And they, too, are now heading south
I sorely miss them, each and every fall
My only consolation this winter will be
All the many loon paintings on my walls
And when my sadness at their yearly departure starts creeping in
I pull out my old ‘loon yodel’ flute I bought at an old trading post
Over the years, I have gotten fairly good at imitating ‘loon songs’
But of my ‘odd behaviors’ my fluting aggravates my wife the most
So these days, I now wait until she leaves the house for awhile
And the reaction of our many pets to my loon calls fascinates me
They seem to put our felines like Flower, into some sort of trance
While two of our dogs, Tater and Little Jack, dance around, in glee
If you happen to hear a haunting loon call, in the dead of winter
It just might be me, with canines Tater and Little Jack, by my side
Since my irritated spouse spends a lot of time indoors, until spring
On cold snowy mornings, I’ll be out and about ‘looning’ with pride
Anyone who knows me,
Knows that I love loons;
They are my favorite birds,
I even love ‘fluting’ their tunes.
©2009, Old Loonatic Mr. Ed
Cheers,
Dan
Bless you friend! Jasmin Horst
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mary etta
Marcia~
Edvard, Ole Brother
PS, hope to see you in that Swedish castle I diddled from an aristocrat here.
If you happen to hear someone talk about the Canadian Loonie, believe me its our one dollar coin and not me their talking about:)
Have a loony day
The Buzzard
Newfie Hugs, Rose
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in Tx., Karen Lynn. :D
I love loons, too! :)
Anna
God bless,
Lew
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
Flower reminds me of Molly, a cat I used to know. Except for the stripe, she could pass for her! Love her ears. =]