I spot the first kingfisher since freeze up just two bends down from the Foote Bridge. Not much further and I find an osprey in a tree.
When I pass the stone arch bridge, the osprey start to get serious. My first great egret of the season flies across the river up ahead.
|if looks could kill|
I leave the Sneak and enter Bailey Creek and then the Neck River. The light wind goes calm and the surface takes on the same watercolor wash that the sky has. And then I turn back up the East River and back.