You leave a tough luck harbor behind in any case, and you enter the Lewis Gut.
I collect a goose decoy from the spartina grass to add to my burgeoning backyard flock.
It takes a bit of paddling for the marsh to come alive. A mile in, where the passages neck down some, I begin to enter willet nesting areas and they respond by flying around calling out their piercing warning cry, "kee-ha". I spot three oyster catchers, which turns out to be four when they fly off, and then becomes five when I see them a few minutes later. I expect that this is a pretty active bird area during spring and fall migrations.