Plenty of times I have seen a coot jump up a little in order to dive deeper below the water’s surface, then come up again with plant in mouth, or not, with a plop. But never have I seen one jumping up from the surface of grassy, watery, reeds to reach the top of the highest reed by his side. One, two, three, four jumps. And for some reason the top of that very reed is the one he wants. We stand there watching. And he gets it, eventually.