Moving slowly and watching for hummingbirds in the jewelweed, I might have missed the sight of the morning. Looking out over the cattails and sedge meadow adjoining the marsh, movement caught my eye. Peering back at me just above the grasses was a pair of soulful eyes. Aware of my presence, always alert, but not panicked. She moved off, then dropped her head, but the flag was still down. Watching, waiting, I saw that she was not browsing, but providing a wake up call.