Okay, so it’s no longer the May River we see every day but we do enjoy the benefits of a large lagoon and its inhabitants, right in our backyard.
The huge alligator who, we’re told, is too old to care about anything but a warm bank upon which to sprawl and soak up sun.
And the birds. The many, many birds who also appreciate the sunshine, the trees and the fish in the lagoon.
Mostly, they’re wading birds: ibis, wood stork and heron. They flock together, apparently mindless of their slight differences. Sometimes as many as 70 of them gather a mere few feet from our windows.
A few days ago, we remarked on their presence. Or, more to the point, their absence. It seems that they also visit other, perhaps sunnier and larger, lagoons. They go where the wind and sun take them. As it suits them. Where the pickings may be better. The fish tastier. Never once stopping to think of those who might miss them. Loyalty is not one of their attributes.
They will be back. We just don’t know when.
They are, it would seem, a “fickle flock.”
Try saying that five times fast after two glasses of wine and a bowl of pistachios.