A little post:
The egrets are outside having lunch. They saunter gracefully through the water, regal, deliberate, until they find food and then - bam! all hell breaks loose as they plunge crazy-like to grab whatever's there, feathers ruffled, tail-up in the mud.
And today there are two yellow and black butterflies hanging out in the grass. They should be on wires, muppet style, the way they arrange themselves in the air.
This job is turning me into jr. nature girl. Something I'm really not . . .