The water is quiet as the tide slowly pulls towards the sea. Blackbirds are everywhere, and the occasional goose flies overhead as they migrate south.
It’s late afternoon, and the sun shines golden light down through the grass and trees.
We’re drifting slowly downstream, watching, listening, quiet. There’s a cormorant perched on the tree, barely ten feet from us. He’s beautiful, a bit nervous, but stays as we pass. Can you see him?