The Egret Whimbrel its presence was a song

its presence was a song to the wetlands

they flew to their communal roosting site in a grove of tall cypress trees

Birds could soar freely once more

The other gulls in the flock often squawked and squabbled

She landed on an oak stump

The Egret Whimbrel its presence was a song"In the heart of the sprawling wetlands, the great Egret found her truest love. With every graceful sweep of her wings, she celebrated the symphony of life that thrived amidst the waters and reeds. Dawn and dusk were her cherished moments when the sun painted the sky in hues of gold and lavender, casting a magical glow upon the marsh. Then, she would take flight, her elegant form reflecting in the tranquil waters as she soared above her watery