I walked along the Wetlands last night, which lead to the harbour's mouth and is fed by rivers. Awash in all sorts of wildlife. Unexpectedly (for it is now months later) my beaver 'friend' made an appearance. No placid socialising this time. No trips to the bank to test tasty saplings. He ploughed through the water with much purpose, heading to the northeast. In fact, I was not certain it was the beaver. I thought it possible is was a large muskrat, until it passed me (the path is parallel to the river) and I walked in its direction. The beaver took some lengthy passage under water, which is not usual. Intent - it seemed - upon important business. It even slapped its tail in warning and dove, though it was now so far past me I did not think I could be the perceived danger. However, I saw nothing else.
As I continued I saw ducks in small flocks, which seems to be early. Not big flocks heading south - yet. There were also stately Great Blue Heron stalking in the distance, and a real flock of seagulls wheeling over the ocean water. And irritated chipmunks, nattering (I like to think) at the cool weather and not at me.
Although I'm no fan of hot weather, and the calendars say there is still a month left of summer, this is early for the touch of Fall so definitely in the air.