It was mid-morning so I had low expectations for any creatures to be out and about. I’d surprised a beaver the other morning, just after dawn, as it swam away with a newly harvest sapling. There was a muskrat about this morning in the overflow pond, where I’d not seen one before. The great blue heron was also out, wading in the middle of the river. It stopped still and watched me as I took a picture. The high weeds, mostly goldenrod, hide the river from most people walking along the path; cyclists are higher but rarely seem to look around to notice anything. I suppose the heron is now accustomed to what is threatening and what isn’t.