Somewhere a little west of here, there is a lake fed by a cold stream meandering through an expansive fen. Sunlight flickers on the azure water as a light breeze stirs the surface. Leaves rustle and quake while wispy clouds flirt with the sun’s light.
A sudden streak of white flashes across the sky. A blur of wings, talons and feathers smashes into the water with surprising force and speed. The osprey emerges a second later; a writhing fish clutched firmly in its razored grasp. As the bird exercises his wings into a rising flight, a few sprigs of seaweed become visible trailing from his talons like streamers.
Somewhere a little north of here, there is a lake fed by a cold stream meandering through a tamarack swamp. The glassy surface reflects the clouds above; a patchwork quilt of white and blue. Gracefully, a single strand of seaweed drifts down from the sky, released from the talons of a bird soaring high above. With a quiet splash the plant hits the mirrored water. Ripples spiral outward, dissipating just as the Eurasian watermilfoil slips below the surface.