Mist and Reflection
Mist rolls down the Eno River as dawn breaks. It was a lovely, if chilly morning.
During my stroll, I encountered a beaver along the river bank at close range. It freaked and barreled towards me. I stepped out of the way, hoping it was just panicked, not rabid.
It charged right past me and into the water. A few minutes later it started slapping the water with its tail, making a loud splashy boom.
It was about another half hour before I saw my next significant wildlife - a group of deer, crossing the river in the mist. It was magical. And naturally, I was in absolutely the wrong place to take pictures of it.
My final wildlife sighting of interest was a kingfisher. It was flying down the river, turned towards me for a second or two, then veered away violently to the far side of the river. Guess it realized I was there.