Monday, June 9, 2014 5:35 am CDT

55 degrees     Partly Cloudy     Calm

Sunrise   5:25 am CDT     Sunset   8:59 pm CDT

It is a cloudy morning and even though the sun has just risen, there are no rays.

The male loon still sits on the nest with chick #2 safely protected and warm under him.

The female is feeding chick#1 right alongside the nest as she hoots rapidly, a sound I have not often heard before this year and before this female.

Then at 5:32 am, the male decides it is time for him to leave the nest and he dives in.

Without a moments hesitation, chick #2 follows and makes the big leap into the big unknown!

The four of them swim together.

As if on cue, drops of rain begin to hit the nest and the camera housing, creating the familiar "ping".

It is as if tears are falling from the heavens.

Tears of joy!  Joy for our loons.

And tears of sadness!  Sadness for us that so quickly we lose them.  Being able to watch them so very closely.

The nest now looks so forlorn and lonely!

Once a place a new life, it is now just broken shells and cattails.  So sad and dead.

BUT a yellow iris is starting to bloom!

Just in time to announce the birth of our two loon chicks as they head out into the great unknown of a new life!

With a combination of loud wails and tremolos, our loons seem to want to announce to the world that they have two brand new baby chicks and they are heading out into the great unknown to start a new life together!

[Excuse me for the delay.  I had to take a break from writing to watch the scenes unfolding before us!  And maybe a few tears.  I guess some dust got in my eyes.]

Our little family of 4 loons now starts its new life together!

As we have talked about so many times, our view of them is so fleeting.

The chicks don't wait around for no one!

They hatch and then usually within 24 hours they are in the lake.  From that point on, they are waterbirds.  That is their element.  Not land where it is so difficult to get around.

But even that is an amazing thing to watch.

The little balls of fuzz don't have much trouble getting around on land.  They don't walk necessarily.  They almost hop or bound.

But it will not be long before land is a 'foreign place' to them as well.

For a little bit, all 4 swam fairly close to the nest.

The female even got back up on the nest to inspect it while the 2 chicks anxiously circled the nest waiting for mom.

She sat.  She adjusted.  She got up and "rolled" the empty shells.  And sat down again on them.  A process that she repeated several times.

And then as if she was satisfied that she had taken care of everything, she went out the front door and locked it behind her.

There were mouths to feed.  And kids to take care of.

It has been amazing to watch the change in the female especially over the last 24 hours.

Once she had been 'afraid' of every shadow, even her own.

She was ready to leave the nest and swim away for any reason.  Or no reason.

But once that chick first jumped up to ride on her back, it was as if some kind of a switch had flipped.

She stayed near the nest, never going far.  She fed chick #1.  She let him ride on her back most of the time.  Her behavior changed almost immediately.  It was as if  "Oh, I get it now!  This is what this is all about!"

And the male continued to do yeoman's duty on the nest, spending long long hours there incubating the egg.

Until we finally saw the head of the second chick peek out.

There had been glimpses of a 'beak' or a 'head' or 'something black' as early as 4 pm or 4:20 pm.

But at 4:49 pm a chick's head clearly came out from the backside of the male's left wing and stayed there.  So in my own notes I put 4:49 pm as the official time for the new chick.  But we know that he had been working his way out the egg for hours before that.

We know at 1:30 pm there had only been a dime sized (or less) pip in the egg.  So sometime between then and 4:49 pm, the chick had fully made its way out of the egg and had dried off.

And he laid with just his head poking out of dad's wing for many minutes, just resting.

But we had a second chick!

And all of us could breath again.

About 9 pm, the male suddenly left the nest and there was chick #2 all alone on the nest.  Both the male and the female started a long chorus of wails and tremolos and even yodels from the male.  I saw no threat anywhere near.  It was as if they wanted to announce the birth of their second chick.

I was afraid the female would dive and leave the first chick on her back behind.  She did not.

The male returned to the nest after a few minutes and hooted to the second chick on the nest as he swam in front of the nest.  I was afraid that he was going to coax the chick into the water.  And I wanted to the chick to stay on the safety of the nest for the night.  And of course I knew better than the loon!

"Fortunately" the chick stayed on the nest and the male got back up on the nest and safely tucked him under his wing.  And there they stayed for the night.  While the female stayed nearby with chick #1 safely under her wing.

When both chicks were in the water together, it was time to see if there would be the "pecking order" fight.

There was one, but it was not bad at all.  It was short and not very violent.  I was thankful for that.  With that out of the way, now the chicks could move on as best friends.

So now a whole new chapter begins.

One that we unfortunately are not able to be privy to like we have when the loons were on cam where we could watch them closeup.

It is that bittersweet time of year.

Sheer joy for our loons and their two new chicks.

Sadness for us that this chapter is over for another season..

I will leave the camera up for a while so that you might try to catch a glimpse of "our" loons.  But I must be honest and warn you, do not expect to see them like you have seen them for the last month.  At most, you may catch a far away glimpse once in a while.

Now watch them prove me wrong like our nest-loving chick did in 2013 as he came back to the nest over and over and over.  But that behavior may have been his undoing.

The chicks belong in the water.  

And that seems to be exactly where these two chicks want to be.  It took chick #1 only a few hours to get in the water.  Chick #2 waited 'a full 13 hours' before making his first jump.

I will try to keep you up-to-date periodically here on the blog to let you know how they are doing.

Let me say once again THANK YOU!

Thank you for being an amazing group of people who have truly bonded yourselves into the "LoonCam Family"!

Your kindness and your well wishes are humbling.

For those of you who are in the Twin Cities area, I will be speaking at the Isanti County Historical Society in Cambridge, MN on Wednesday, August 13th at 1pm.  If you can come, I would like to meet some of you faithful LoonCam watchers in person and put a face to a name.  I am sure if you just Googled Isanti County Historical  Society, the information will be posted there.

Once again, THANK YOU!

I will keep posting here periodically.  But the posts will gradually get further and further apart, just like our sighting of the loons here on the LoonCam.  And then after some appropriate period of time, the LoonCam will be shut down.  

Until NEXT year!

Questions or Comments?  LoonCam (at) yahoo (dot) com  Or just leave your email address for possible updates of what is happening.  Or especially announcements for when the LoonCam goes live next year!

Copyright   2014      Larry R Backlund

Sunday, June 8, 2014 4:20 am CDT

44 degrees F     Foggy     Calm

Sunrise   5:25 am CDT     Sunset   8:59 pm CDT

One Egg Hatched, One To Go!

It is a very foggy morning on the lake.

One can't see more than a few feet in front of them.

From somewhere out in the fog comes the plaintive call of another loon.  A wail.  Then again. And again.

Is it our mate?

Or is it another loon?

We can't tell.  We can't see that far because of the fog.

But there is a lovely warming brooding feel about it.  The still morning air.  The first glimpses of light on the eastern horizon.  The dense fog.  The call of a loon drifting across the lake.

It can easily transport one back through the ages of time immemorial.

And raise goosebumps on your arms.

But the main event is on the nest in front of us.

One miracle has already taken place.

Is another one on the way?

The first egg has hatched.  Is the second hatch already underway?

It is hard to tell.

The male loon on the nest is up and down.  Very fidgety.

Is it the active little chick that hatched only 12 hours ago that is making him move around so much?  Or is there another chick hatching out of the second egg right now?

It is hard to tell since he is doing such a good job of protecting the first chick and hiding everything from our view.

The first birds of the morning start their wake up songs.  A far away train whistle adds its plaintive sound to the magic of the morning.

And there under the loon on the nest is the little black chick that we have already fallen in love with.  Impossibly cute.  Impossibly active.  He has already stolen our hearts.

And dare we hope it?

Could there be a second chick soon?

Even though the two eggs were laid 2 or 3 days apart, it is possible that because of a miracle called "catch up", that they might hatch much closer together than that.  Even hours apart.

Our first chick made his appearance at 4:07 pm CDT yesterday afternoon.  That is the first time we actually saw him.  So that is the official time we will use as the time of hatching.

However, he was probably actually out of the egg a couple hours before that because when we first saw him, he was already dry and his down was fluffy and black when dad went off the nest and bowled him over and left him all alone.  But it gave us a great view of him sitting with the other egg and the broken egg shell that he had just come out of.

In addition to that, the female had before that brought small minnows twice and got up on the nest with them as she rapidly hooted.  She seemed to feed them to something.  But we could not see what.  It was on the far side of the male on the nest and his body shielded everything from view.

But what else could it be?

There had to be a chick under the right wing on the far side of the male.  But we would just have to wait longer before we actually saw the first chick.

I have never seen a loon come up on the nest with a minnow that early in the process.  It was as if she could not wait to feed her new baby.  Nor have I heard that many rapid hoots as she made each time she brought a minnow.

Now we wait.

We wait for daylight.

We wait to see if there is already another chick there?  Or one on the way.

But there is also another thing that you need to prepare yourself for when the second chick arrives.

Most times there will be a knock down drag out fight between the two chicks!

It is SO hard to watch.

You swear they are going to kill each other as they peck and attack.

It apparently is the proverbial "pecking order" being established.  And usually it is triggered by the first chick, who is older and stronger.

It can go on for some minutes.  But those minutes seem like hours while it is happening.

And then as suddenly as it started, it is over.

And the two chicks are the best of friends and companions from that time on.

For those of you who did not see it or have not read last night's blog entry, our first chick has already been in the water and has already done a lot of swimming!

And in heart stopping moments, one waited for a large fish to take him as dad went back on the nest to tend the second egg and mom just swam away out into the lake.  Leaving our brand new chick all alone on such a big and dangerous 'ocean' of water.

He cried over and over.

The male on the nest called and even 'screamed'.  The chick tried to get back up on the nest but he could not.  It was too big for him.

All the while he was so very vulnerable to disappearing in the mouth of something from below.  So vulnerable to being someone else's meal.

But he finally found the chick ramp and made his way back up to safety on the nest and under dad's wing!

To me, it seemed too early to jump in, only hours after he hatched.

But it was both mom and dad that called him into the lake.  And then left him.

It was hard to watch to say the least.

But he survived.  He was safe.  And right now he is under dad's wing on this foggy morning.

Some of you also wondered about all the noise last night and some even saw reflections of some of the light of fireworks.

Those were not fireworks by people on the lake.

They were fireworks from a community celebration in a small village a few miles away.  There are so many towns and villages and cities all across the state that have community celebrations like this.  And there will be some town somewhere that will have them so that  almost every weekend a celebration like that takes place somewhere.

But that is the endless loud booms that some of you heard on the LoonCam last night.

Just pretend that they were celebrating the birth of our new little loon chick!

But for now, it is back to eggwatch.

Now is also time to tell your friends and family to watch this miracle take place before their eyes.  It still is not too late for them to 'catch the fever' along with you!  Because it is so fleeting and will be gone so quick.  Don't let them miss a minute of it!

Settle in and watch for the first signs that the second egg is hatching or has already hatched.

No doubt you will see the first chick peeking his head out from under a wing and crawling all about.

But watch for a second one as well.

How can anything get more wonderful than this?!

Questions or Comments?  LoonCam (at) yahoo (dot) com

Copyright 2014   Larry R Backlund

Saturday, June 7, 2014 9:07 pm CDT

58 degrees F     Clear     Wind 3 mph SSW

What a day!

We have our first chick!

He was first seen at 4:07 pm but obviously had been active and moving around for some hours before that.

As always, he was full of life and precocious.

And cute as could be!

And then about 8:45 as both parents called to him from the water, he made the BIG jump into the huge and dangerous lake.

But he took to the water like a pro.  And immediately began swimming as if he had been training for the Olympics for months.

He swam with both mom and dad.

But then dad got back up on the nest to sit on the second egg and left the chick with mom in the water.

She swam around with him and caught a minnow and fed it to the chick.

But then inexplicably, she swam far out in the lake.  I watched thinking she would immediately come back with a little minnow for the chick.  But she didn't.  She kept going.  Further and further out.

And our little chick swam all alone well away from the nest.

My heart was in my throat expecting at any moment to see a big swirl and see the chick disappear into the mouth of a largemouth bass or a northern!

Realizing he was alone, the little chick started calling.

The male began calling to him from the nest and he swam back towards the nest.  With the potential of large fish or turtles under every square inch.

Would he make it?

But when he got to the nest, he still was not out of danger.

Mom was far out in the lake preening and swimming.

And that jump that had been so big when he went IN the lake, was now even bigger when he tried to get out of the lake and back on the nest.

The vulnerable little chick swam around the nest.  A nest that often shelters big fish underneath it!

His cries became more frantic as he swam and swam all around the nest.  He tried to get up many times.  But he couldn't.  It was too big and he was too small.

The male on the nest picked up the frantic calls and started to call back to the chick over and over.  First hoots, then wails, then a tremolo or two.  And finally three yodels from on the nest.

But the calls didn't help the chick.

He kept trying to get up and could not.

He swam and swam and cried and cried.

He would go around the nest almost to the point where I had put the chick ramp.  Then turn around and go the other way.  And try to get up.  And fail.  And swim some more.  Then almost make it to the chick ramp from the other direction but give up just before he got there.

Let me tell you, it was HARD to watch.

I waited for that big swirl of water into which the chick would disappear forever.  

It was heartbreaking to hear the cries.

Everything in me said run out there and rescue him.

With the binoculars, I could not even see the chick ramp any more.

Had it once again been torn loose by storms?

The chick's cries and the male's calls filled the air and filled the computer speakers.

Finally he made it around to where the ramp is supposed to be.  But in the shadows I could no longer see him.

But then all of a sudden THERE he was!

UP on the nest!

He had made it!

He had survived his first big adventure and his introduction to this big world.

He made his way back to dad and right now he is safely tucked under a wing

I think I need to go get some heart medicine!

(I hope someone was able to catch all that on video!)

Copyright   2014   Larry R Backlund