The river is still frozen, and it looks quite barren. But, I see that I am mistaken. Across that expanse of snow and ice there are signs of life, and they are coming from a creek or tributary where large numbers of migrating Trumpeter Swans have gathered to rest and feed.
It happened that, one day, when I was at the bridge an otter came out of the water onto the ice a safe distance away. The otter was instantly alert, but he remained there for several minutes before slipping back into the water. I waited for a bit and then out he came again into the sunshine.