Four great blue herons. Three common mergansers. Quite a few red-wing blackbirds. Calls from songbirds all around.
There was a strong current in places that made the trip upstream just barely possible. It might have been the low tide. It might have been the heavy rain from yesterday. It might have been both. It might just be the way things are.
I did not feel like messing with the big straining downed tree at the Derby Avenue Bridge, and I did not feel like portaging over the road. So, I drifted back. Whatever it was that keeps me from making stuff was gone. The canoe had done everything it was asked of.