This lake was amazing and wonderful.Herons plodded along the shores,Kingfishers and cuckoos clattered from sunlight to shade,great turkeylike birds fussed in dead branches,and hawks hovered above us.There was all the time in the world.And we could appreciate everything surrounding by leisurely.The boy in the bow of my canoe slapped stones at birds with a simple sling,a rubber thong and leather pad.He aimed brilliantly at moving targets,missed again and again;the birds were out of his range.He stuffed his sling back in his shirt.Then I looked away. The lake and river waters were as opaque as rainforest leaves;the water was veil,blind,painted screen.