The Eastern Reef Egret comes in white or grey apparently, and this bloke who is is clearly not grey stakes out the other side of the river late every afternoon, hunting among the mangroves. We've seen him once or perhaps twice over this side very briefly, but it seems he likes his privacy and he's a very cautious character.
Actually come to think of it we see him a lot more than we see the neighbours to our east. I wonder if they come in white or grey as well. They certainly seem to take flight when they become aware of our presence!
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I didn't want to say it yesterday because of the all the Skywatch crowd visiting. Yesterday's post made me feel sad for you and Jo ... your comment about waking early each day reminded me of that anxious period when waiting for a loved one to die ... and now today that lump in your throat ... I do hope you get news soon so you can get some resolution. I can't imagine what it's like for a whole neighbourhood to be in the same boat.
Talking of boats ... yesterday's photo was terrific.
The lump in the throat wasn't a deliberate metaphor (this time), but you are right about the feeling. It's not sad, but waiting for a loved one to die is exactly it, waiting for the relief, but at the same time about two thirds of the neighbourhood are still to go through it.
There is a cloud over us all, it's very strange, made stranger by the decision that will soon be apon us; do we rent here for a while? Will that be like living on life support? If we go, will that be leaving those who stay in the lurch?
But the photos will etch the memories.
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