Meet “Edgar.” When we were kids, my baby brother (okay, he’s 43) named the egret in the creek Edgar. In fact, every egret he saw was Edgar. We’d be cruising down the road and hear him pipe up, “There’s Edgar!” This version of “Edgar” was inspired by a recent marsh sighting here in Maine. Edgar sure gets around!
A rising crescent moon vying for attention with the setting sun. My iPhone doesn’t do the scene justice.
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