While I was on one side of the pond, sitting in the sunshine, these folks had their spot, too. I couldn't see if they were catching much, but I don't think it mattered. It was just a great day, to be sitting in the sunshine.
Early in the morning, when the otters swim the creek. and the sun is in the cypress, There's no more a soul may seek. Climbing higher, ever higher, Til the forest seems to flame. For a single fleeting instant The world is not the same
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