"This loon took great exception to our presence.
As well as this rather striking distraction display,
it also issued a series of very loud alarm calls that
echoes from the shoreline and seems to come from
several directions"
"West wind, blow from your prairie nest,
Blow from the mountains, blow from the west
The sail is idle, the sailor too ;
O! wind of the west, we wait for you.
Blow, blow!"
from The Song My Paddle Sings
by E. Pauline Johnson
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