My five year old nephew spooked a fledgling red wing black bird out of its nest in the cattails last summer. The little guy made a valiant effort to fly to the next group of cattails but made a water landing about 8 feet short of the goal. We watched it struggle towards safety for a couple of minutes. Just as it was within about two feet of the cattails, I said: "It looks like he is going to make it."
As the words came out of my mouth, the little guy disappeared in a frothy swirl.
Without missing a beat my five year old nephew says: "It looks like it's going to be dead!"
I had to keep myself from laughing, and we went back to fishing.
