Letters to the Editor

SCENES FROM THE BEACH | by George Thatcher / JUNE 12, 2016

JANIE THATCHER HOLMES
JANIE THATCHER HOLMES

Upon reaching the beach each morning, I see a great blue heron standing motionless in shallow water, awaiting his breakfast to swim within striking distance. I bid him, "Good morning, your majesty," because his bearing is indeed regal. The bird rasps a reply, which, when translated, means, "Good day, sir." Our verbal exchange occurs on a deserted beach. But if it happened later in the day, imagine my chagrin, if a child were to say, "Mama, that man is talking to a bird!" -- Diary, spring 2016

From the diary of beach walker George Thatcher / Email: fishcrow@aol.com

Collections of Mr. Thatcher's observations are available from Quail Ridge Press (www.quailridge.com or 1-800-343-1583).

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