The river otters were unexpected. But there they were, suddenly. I was startled for a moment, then excited. I had just flushed a family of wood ducks and my heart rate was settling as I stepped over the beaver logs, through the bent grass, to the edge of the backwater. The sparrows were in and out of the grasses, like hide and seek. It was a quiet spot save for the wild creatures teaming all around. I had to laugh, for a second, at the seeming providence leading me to the wilds.
A red tailed hawk screeched as it joined the scene atop one of the many sun-bleached deadwoods standing over the wet lowland. We both watched the otters.
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