Early autumn kayaking

Crows will hang around and harrass anything up to and including a bulldozer, if they think they know something to itseak-fungus-on-log dispraise that they can repeat at the top of their lungs. Think fourth-graders on a playground. These guys hadn’t a hope of budging the eagle, but you can see this one is determined to keep an eye on it.

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Kayaking in high summer

Six loons swam in a tight circle less than six feet in diameter. Every now and then, a loon would dive into the center of the circle and vanish, and a little while later one would pop up to the surface and rejoin the circle. The whole thing smacked of the occult. After a while I felt I was intruding on a private and unquestionably magical ritual peculiar to loons, and ought to move the hell on before I offended. So I moved on.

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