I remember years ago, leading a group of high school students on a canoeing expedition down the Zumbro River below Silver Lake. As I looked ahead, I could see a small bird floating in the water probably 50 yards away. Thinking it would fly away from our approaching canoes, I was surprised when it took off flying straight toward me in the lead canoe, and when it got about 20 yards away, still low above the water, it just dove headfirst and disappeared.
