Imposters

Watching the cattle egrets as they make their daily pass overhead, heading northeast early, returning southwest late, their undersides lit by the rising or setting sun. These African immigrants that have found our fields and wetlands so to their liking. One evening looking up I see a solitary dark figure among the glow of white. Slightly smaller in form, perhaps a green heron? Not likely as they are solitary and secretive by nature. What then? It reminded me of once looking into a wake of buzzards and discovering one with a white head and tail. Ha! I thought to myself, who's he trying to fool, sticking out like a sore thumb. Ah, but then who pays attention to a bunch of buzzards!