time is running out

Daddy got a little lovin' from Kate on the way to lunch!

"Where are my friends, mama?"

Strange story: the grandparents, Kate, and I were on the deck last night. There was a group of loons (not sure what a "group" is called -- gaggle?) swimming by. We were amazed that there were this many together as rarely are they in "groups." As they swam by our dock, we started calling to them. Kate's was answered...by more than one loon. They turned around and actually swam toward our dock. This call-and-response went for a little bit. Kate's call was inconsistant - sometimes yelling, sometimes on pitch, but they kept coming back. Totally bazaar!