The boys were at Pine Point at some jump-rope thing, so I took the two hours to walk the wetlands and woods of Barn Island with my binoculars. Redwinged blackbirds, barn swallows, osprey, white egrets, snowy egrets, yellowlegs, yellow warblers, yellowthroats . . . . A cottontail nibbled in the shadows along the trail.
A mink strutted out of the reeds five feet from the toe of my sandal. A murdered field mouse dangled from its mouth. It stared at me for a moment with its black and unreadable mink-eyes, then turned and slipped back the way it had come.