April 1st no foolin'

It happened once again last night. The lake opened, the winter ice just went poof!
Gone, disappeared, left for greener pastures. The water in front of our little cabin is once again wide open the loons landed 5 minutes later.

How in the world do they know? What’s in their pea sized brain that allows them to know when to head north from the Gulf of Mexico? Which pond out of the thousands will have open water and have a McDonald’s fish fillet to munch on for lunch? They truly are amazing creatures.
It takes them several days to adjust to… the fresh water menu, the super cold water and to once again find their voices. During their 6 month vacation in the sunny south they lose their calls for some unknown reason. But give it a week and those birds will be better than my alarm clock.
Their arrival is my jolt, a kick in the rear that I had better get crackin’ on my honey do list. It’s loaded with critical things that have to be done before the summer gun goes off. All this is discounting the winter list which I seamed to have lost mid February.

So welcome home Loons and life’s calendar has turned another page.