Rafe wandered off to one of the wetlands behind our house and waded
in to his knees before calling for me. He is fascinated with water.
Yesterday he lay at the shore of our pond looking in, feeling the
cool air, sniffing the fresh scent coming off the water.
He seems to be preparing to leave us – not as hungry, a little more
distant, a little harder to reach. His eyes look far away.