I don't know if it's our late spring or early summer or never-ending winter but I have seen so many egrets lately, much more than I usually do, and it seems as if every body of water more than an inch deep has at least one biding its time somewhere along its edge. My heart sings at the sight of their great white bodies against the mud and the coffeeshaded water, and I feel like I've just seen an old friend after a long absence.
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