“Maybe you’ll see a big boat”, I said to myself as I headed to the canal again. After several days of rain, and more than one tornado, it promised to be a sunny day with temperatures in the 70s, and the need to be outside was irresistible. My knowledge of boats is rather limited, I can identify sail boats and speed boats, and sail boats are the prettier of the two. But speed boats was what we had the most of. And they were speeding, looking as if it was a race, and the little blue boat was in the lead, but not for long.The wake that they created caused waves that caught these people off guard. I had been watching them plucking things from among the rocks at the edge and collecting them in their bucket. Mussels was the consensus of the people I spoke with as we enjoyed the day. Fat dragonflies were zooming past me also, teasing me because they weren’t landing anywhere to give me a photo op. I took a ridiculous number of photos just into the air in hopes that burst mode would give me an image, it didn’t. But they did get me to pay attention to the hillside behind me with its flowers.Then I got interested in a little bird in the small tree right at the roadway. It was singing it’s heart out but I had to hunt to spot it. Merlin suggested several types of sparrow, but I decided that it was a Song Sparrow, for obvious reasons.I spent a good bit of time looking for this bird, and taking photos, and when I finally thought to look back at the canal and see if anything was going on I got a surprise. This was what was going on…Yes, of course it made it under the bridge, but I still had to watch and see for myself, in case it didn’t. Nothing much seemed to be going on after that, and after taking a few more flower shots, including a butt shot for a friend of mine, it was time to move on.