So true. We are wildlife (amateur) photographers and we go out on a pontoon through the Florida estuaries taking bird, dolphin, manatee, etc shots. And sometimes as we are quietly focusing on a beautiful heron, for example, suddenly 7 jet skis will fly by at top speed – their wake rocking our boat (so that we lose the shot) and scaring the bird away. And in a “no-wake” zone, to boot! >sigh<
We lived near a lake for 12 yrs. Not on it (not rich folk) but near enough to see it through the trees… we moved out of our dream house because of the speed boats all summer at night til 2 am and even worse, the ski-doos all winter on the ice. It was like living with bees surrounding the house all year. Our dream house, built with our own hands. Still breaks my heart.
Once you’ve slept one summer night in loon country, you’ll never be quite the same.
(For any British readers, a loon is the bird that you call a “diver”. But I don’t think old-world divers have the same preternatural cry that American loons have.)
dlkrueger33 over 4 years ago
So true. We are wildlife (amateur) photographers and we go out on a pontoon through the Florida estuaries taking bird, dolphin, manatee, etc shots. And sometimes as we are quietly focusing on a beautiful heron, for example, suddenly 7 jet skis will fly by at top speed – their wake rocking our boat (so that we lose the shot) and scaring the bird away. And in a “no-wake” zone, to boot! >sigh<
Dkram over 4 years ago
Something like watching a large flock of geese landing on a small Vermont pond.
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Grace Premium Member over 4 years ago
We lived near a lake for 12 yrs. Not on it (not rich folk) but near enough to see it through the trees… we moved out of our dream house because of the speed boats all summer at night til 2 am and even worse, the ski-doos all winter on the ice. It was like living with bees surrounding the house all year. Our dream house, built with our own hands. Still breaks my heart.
John W Kennedy Premium Member over 4 years ago
Hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-haaaaaaa!
Once you’ve slept one summer night in loon country, you’ll never be quite the same.
(For any British readers, a loon is the bird that you call a “diver”. But I don’t think old-world divers have the same preternatural cry that American loons have.)