A Christmas Loon.

While Mike held the loon still, Eric checked it for injuries, feeling his way along its wing and leg bones. They eased it into a box-the loon taking Mike's glove with it-and Eric took it to Lake Champlain, which doesn't freeze over completely, working on a poem about staring into the deathly eye of an eagle as he drove. Eric is always on call to field a question or rescue a loon in trouble, so he was my go-to in August of 2020, when our only chick of the year was killed and eaten by an eagle. We began to worry about the loon in early December. [Extracted from the article]