...Frogs blink from its banks and the deep ferns grow beside it. Deer and foxes come to drink from it, secretly in the morning and evening, and now and then a mountain lion crouched flat laps its water...The quail call beside it and the wild doves come whistling in at dusk. Raccoons pace at its edges looking for frogs. It's everything a river should be.
- John Steinbeck, Cannery Row