In the morning yesterday, a bird swooped into the water, flew up and swooped again, after a fish or a bug. Then from below the water, something broke the surface, sending rings outward. I may have caught a glimpse of a fish tail swishing. Even from the height of the bridge, insect water skimmers could be seen darting swiftly in odd directions. Right below, on the right bank, a mom stood in knee deep water while her daughter, about five, played with the mud.
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