I follow an egret, white as bleached linen, as he shops in the high tide. The ocean breeze gives him a wild "bad hair" day. Daintily he paces on his spindly black legs, then, standing stock-still, he executes a deadly stab to a tiny silvery fish. With rhythmic gulping, the glimmering, twitching creature becomes breakfast. Suddenly he stops and stares directly at me from a distance of less than three feet. No fear of humans, he has seen too many tromping along this beach. He wings away, and dive-bombs at another egret several yards away who apparently has infringed on his territory. A brief glimpse into the World of Egret. . .feral, fierce, and fragile.
Long-time friends invited us to share in a fifth week of the year retreat to Puerto Vallarta, a welcome break from Midwestern cold!
