Saturday, August 18, 2012

Loon in a Box Indeed

I wasn't really watching some show as I drowsed on the couch after a ridiculous shift, but it had something to do with Maine (State) Warden Services.  I thought I saw a guy plowing a driveway with a plow blade on a bicycle, but I could have been dreaming.

I live in the north;  not Maine, but I can relate to Maine.   I'm not getting why one of these guys (I might have fallen asleep) was stalking an apparently injured loon across the snow, staking him/her out in an under-the-ice hidey-hole cavern in a rushing stream where he proceeded to lure him/her out with a loon...yodel.  Next the warden took what appeared to be a plastic storage box from Home Depot and attempted to capture the bird.  Oh, I thought as he waded across a snow-covered stream...this will end badly; blood and guts and feathers, everywhere, all over the ice.  And a sodden hypothermic warden for sure.

But no.  He somehow managed to get the bird corraled in the box and placed a lid on it, whereupon he proudly displayed it to the camera:

"There you go; loon in a box".

Did I dream that?  Maybe.  But all I dreamed about all night was hooting loons.