June 30th, 2004 Posted in Older Notes
My family is staying at the beach this weekend. This morning we planned an outing to go crabbing. It was a fruitless endeavor—all that we caught were babies. So, we tossed them back to their homes in the wetlands just off levee road.
As we were leaving, my four year old cousin said, “Look at the swans,” as she pointed out the window.
“No, Gilly, those are Egrets.” My mother corrected.
“Yeah,” Gilly said. “Secret swans.”
