Herons

(1987 September 3)

This afternoon as I was walking down the road, Betty Brindley overtook me in her car, begged me to get in and come for a chat ... I asked about the variety of birds they used to feed there. Now they are proud of their brown thrashers (never sparrows) but their pride and joy are the herons both blue and white on the river. Jim got his glass(es) and pointed out a white one across the river in the rushes. They seem to be about gone now. But I saw it well.