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From the Wikipedia page on loons

LOON

I turned the little light on

Picked up a pen

To say hey, I don't love you anymore.

And it's freeing to say for me

And good for you

You can walk away without a clawmark on you.

And I was lucky to have feathers

And a body full of blood

To weather out this storm til it was warm.

Thank you for the sunlight

Thanks for the stars

That I followed til I reached this rocky shore.

And here you are a peacock

Flirting with the hens

Parading all your greens and iridescent blues.

I'm across the pond from you

A different creature

A solitary forager, a loon.

Folks, I picked up a lifer just down the street from my house! It was raining a bit on Sunday, so we decided to dig our raincoats out of storage and go hunt for some puddles in need of splashing. Now, I've learned my lesson over the past couple years: never leave home without the binoculars or the camera. And this time I was very glad I grabbed the bins before heading out.

[ID: A Horned Grebe floats on the blue water of Lake Monona. They are facing to the right, showing an impressive profile in the evening sunlight. The Grebe is a small ducklike creature, mostly black with smudges of brown on the flanks and throat. Their head is their most striking feature, black with piercing red eyes. Above and behind each eye a tan stripe radiates backward to create a small crest, the eponymous horns. A thin line of pink skin traces forward from the eye to join with the black dagger of a bill tipped with white. Small beads of water sit on the Grebe's back from their most recent dive below the surface. End ID]

But wait, wasn't it raining at the beginning of this story? It was! We wandered through the neighborhood for a while, mom and kid forging ahead while I lagged behind counting Sparrows and Finches. We made our way down to a park at the edge of Lake Monona. Of course, I had to go out on the dock to check the water for anything interesting. Sure enough, there were a pair of small birds bobbing with the waves, diving down to hunt, and popping back up again. I said to myself, "are those Grebes?" just before I noticed a flash of tan on their heads. Folks, I knew I had never seen a Grebe with tan on it before! I called Caitlin over, handed her the binoculars, and dashed home to grab my camera.

[ID: A Horned Grebe floats on the choppy grey water of Lake Monona. The bird appears to be drenched, but unbothered by the rain. In the low light it's just possible to make out the tan horn on their head and the brownish flank against the black body. End ID]

The above photo is a much more accurate representation of my view from Sunday. The rain began to pick up as I was returning with my camera, but I ignored the poor conditions and set up to shoot anyway. I needed to be sure of the species for my life list! So I got cozy on the downwind side of a nearby tree and started scanning the water for small black birds popping up. I did eventually relocate them, fairly far out on the lake. I was also surprised to see a Common Loon cruise by at a much closer distance.

[A Common Loon floats in profile, partially submerged, on the grey water of Lake Monona. The Loon is almost entirely black, with the white checked back and tapered white neck band characteristic of their breeding plumage. Their gently curved head and knifelike bill are jet black. End ID]

Certainly not the best pictures I've taken, but they were good enough to make a positive ID. For the time being, I would have to be content with this documentation. A couple days later, however, the clouds had passed through and we had just enough time for a walk before dinner. And it was golden hour! Perhaps the Grebes were still around?

[ID: A Horned Grebe floats on the blue water of Lake Monona. The lake is much calmer and the sunlight is reflecting off the wet feathers of the Grebe. End ID]

Not only was the Horned Grebe back at the same dock, it was much closer this time and very cooperative, turning back and forth to make sure I could see their best angles. I sat right down at the end of the dock and snapped away while my kid went looking for sticks to bash on the rocks at the shoreline. It was very peaceful sitting out by the lake, listening to the birdsong, the fitness class at the top of the hill, the captain of the rowing team calling out their orders, my son making up games about climbing the rocks and telling me all the arcane rules he just uncovered. Even the Loon came back around for another cruise.

[ID: A Common Loon floats out in the distance on the blue water of Lake Monona. End ID]

Medrano was trying so hard writing a family she wrote perfect Stockholm syndrome victim

So, first things first, let’s clarify what Stockholm syndrome is.

«Sometimes, people who are held prisoner or are subject to abuse can have feelings of sympathy or other positive feelings toward the abuser. This seems to happen over days, weeks, months, or years of captivity and close contact to the abuser.

Someone who has Stockholm syndrome might have confusing feelings toward the abuser, including: Love, Sympathy, Empathy, Desire to protect them.»

As we already found out, Loona spent her whole life in fear of losing basic necessities like a roof over her head, personal connections with others, sleep, and safety. This, without any exaggeration, creates psychological pressure and a relationship dynamic that cannot be considered healthy. I delve deeper into this in my other analysis of Loona and Blitz's relationship.

So, what do we see here? Loona was threatened with losing her abuser, and she developed empathy for him in the blink of an eye.

Suddenly, she forgets all the terrible things Blitz put her through, and just like that, she loves her "daddy." Not only that, but Vivzie, a supposed genius character writer, has the audacity to clarify, “Loona really has fun spending time with her family, she hates to admit it though.”

Did she even had a choice?

My girl was abused so heavily that she’s gone mad… truly mad.

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