Yesterday I drove Clay to Lake City for an appointment. After buying him lunch and waiting for an hour with him at his appointment, I said, "Now it's my time. I'm going to find me some birds."
Clay is not the most patient person in the world and he said, "No. Let's go home now."
"Nope!" I quipped. "I'm going to find me some birds to photograph." Then I headed to the lake at the hospital in Lake City.
Yay! I saw water birds, just what I wanted.
As I slowly pulled along side this egret, I realized it had just swallowed something by the shape of it's neck.
In the above photo, the thing the egret ate seems to be lodged at the top part of the neck.
I told Clay, "I bet he swallowed a snake," but Clay said, "No, Mom. It was probably a frog or a fish." We couldn't really decide so we thought maybe the egret's neck might be a little deformed.
"Come on, Mom. You saw your bird," Clay whined.
"Nope! I'm not done. I am driving around the lake. . . the whole lake."
And I did.
As I circled on around the lake, I saw Ibis, one of my favorite water birds.
Clay, in the meantime, kept urging me to go home. "No!" I answered him.
"But you saw birds, what more do you want?" he asked.
"Something more," I said. "It's my time!"
Then I saw a heron.
"Just what I wanted," I exclaimed. "Now we can go home."
Sometimes I have to make "my time".
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