Short stories from the canoe - Part 4

There it was! Right in front of my eyes, perched at the front of my canoe. I couldn't believe it. The last remaining Black Billed Hawksdiver anywhere in the world. As it sat there, struggling for breath, I couldn't help but think that I'd saved it - the last one. If I hadn't been here it'd probably have just crashed into the water.

Something to tell the grandchildren, for sure...