Jenn and I were biking tonight after supper down the canal to Hogsback locks and back. On the way home, just before Dow’s Lake I thought I saw something in the canal. “Jenn, did you see that?” I asked. She did, but didn’t know what it was. It was black and about the size of my forearm and it came poking up out of the water and then slipped back down.

I suggested it was an otter, but we pulled off the trail to stop and take a look. We saw it again, about a dozen times, up and down the stretch of the canal we were beside. It was fish. They were wriggling up out of the water, like they were trying to stand on their tails. I guess they were eating bugs. But you have to wonder, for all the engery they expend getting themselves out of the water like that, is it really worth while for a bug or two?