Gliding through the water, there was a rustle on shore. I turned to my left in just enough time to see a great blue heron shoot out of the high grass, spreading its more than 3-foot wing span to flap off into the distance.
As my friends and I rounded the bend, Bailey, a black Labrador, swam alongside in her life vest. We laughed at her nose poking out of the water. We happened to look to the left and spot a family of turtles, piled on top of each other and perfectly balanced on a log, sunbathing.
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