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Word: loon (lookup in dictionary) (lookup stats)
Dates: during 1980-1989
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...They're hugging the shore line," said Jeff. "I think they've just come off the nest. Let's give them some peace." He idled the engine down while the loons swam around a point and out of sight. Just after the young are hatched, loons move operations from the nest to a brooding area. With the family removed, Fair and Minor crept slowly into the cove to inspect the floating nest, a nest the preservation committee had set out in the spring. It is more raft than nest, actually about 6 ft. square, framed with cedar...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Hampshire: Looking Out for the Loons | 9/17/1984 | See Source »

They call themselves the loon rangers. They have counterparts in north-country states from Maine to Wisconsin. In New Hampshire in 1979, the three-year-old Loon Preservation Committee found that only 39 lakes were being used by nesting loons, a decrease of 50% over 50 years. The population had dropped from thousands to a few hundred. The reasons were people, crowding, motorboats, Jet Skis. In the past five years, through the efforts of people like Fair, who earned his master's degree in wildlife biology before signing on as director of the committee in 1981, and Minor...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Hampshire: Looking Out for the Loons | 9/17/1984 | See Source »

...lunch in a remote village, a man named Ralph comes over to chide Fair. Ralph is a heavy contributor to the loon committee. "We had a loon around the dock yesterday," Ralph says. "I tried to hit it with a canoe paddle, but it got away...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Hampshire: Looking Out for the Loons | 9/17/1984 | See Source »

...Yeah," says Jeff, "they're pretty fast." Later he allows, "You can't let the loon jokes bother...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Hampshire: Looking Out for the Loons | 9/17/1984 | See Source »

...birds themselves are funny though. John McPhee observed that a loon's "maximum air speed is 60 miles an hour, and his stall-out speed must be 59. Anyway, he scarcely slows up, apparently because he thinks he will fall." Big fat feet out behind them, they crash-land on their bellies, an avian comedy. On land, they flop along on their stomachs. When it rains, they mistake highways for lakes, come down like thunderbolts. People are always tending their abrasions and taking them back to ponds. To take off, they need as much as a quarter-mile...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: In New Hampshire: Looking Out for the Loons | 9/17/1984 | See Source »

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