Loon Rescue
By Lynn E. McElfresh

One April morning, while still at home in Dunedin, Florida, I awoke to thunder from an approaching storm. A massive storm blew in from the Gulf with such force it made the palm trees in our front yard look like umbrellas turned inside-out. The rain slashed down, flooding the streets, lightning lit up the sky and thunder shook the windows.

By afternoon the skies cleared and the sun came out and husband, Gary, and I went to Honeymoon Island for our daily walk. We arrived at the beach, just as the tide was turning, but the storm surge from the morning storm was still crashing on the shore.

We were about a mile and a half into our walk when we caught sight of a large bird beached at the high tide line. It’s size and color were unusual for this beach. It wasn’t a willet or oystercatcher, or any of the other shore birds I normally see on my beach walks. Was that a loon?

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