WHAT I SAW ON MY WALK TODAY

It was a prototypical Norfolk morning: a visit to Selden Optometry, where Diane probed my orbital jelly, which is looking more like marmalade these days, followed by a few judicious purchases at Prince Books (and no, Chris, that doesn't mean I bought a couple of John Grisham novels) and lunch at d’Egg (with a hello to Phil, Frank, and Monica), then home on the Tide. Okay, not exactly home, but if I had been dropped at my front door, I would have missed the above bird, which the process of elimination tells me, because it’s not pink and it’s not making whooping noises and it’s not yanking pieces of rotting flesh from a nutria carcass, that it must be an egret.