It’s always the same. Just when I think we can leave Jocassee for a week or two, she reminds me that leaving paradise is not so easy. The spring loon migration usually comes to a near wrap by mid-April. With that in mind, Kay and I sneak off to the coast to follow and see the mystical swallow-tailed kite. As soon as we left, reports were coming in from our guides that loons were appearing in unusual numbers. Of course they were. Punishment for our attempt at escape. On our return I took a group of birders out on May 1st to find 29 loons in the lower basin. 19 in one raft! Of course there was. We saw exactly one last May 1. ~B