Cricket Creek Bog Itsy Went Up The Water Spout

Itsy nodded her little head. The larger birds, yes. The ones that took the worms, among other things. Like other bugs and sometimes frogs. "Yes yes large birds. This way, this way" she said. Were they elsewhere in the swamp? Yes. Was that area just as muddy? Perhaps. Did Itsy care? No, all she wanted was delicious worms. "Birds on ground, Grimeye sneak."