...I will walk to the little bridge that spans the cotton field drainage ditch. Both banks are overgrown with small trees and gnarly stuff. The water averages about three feet in depth. This slow stream averages about 25 feet in width.
When I stand on the bridge and peer down, there is a creature standing in the shallows. A long-beaked, long-legged, loony-looking thing. It's like he's waiting there for me to look down at him. So he can take off in pterodactyl flight, straight down the waterway and just barely above the surface. And there is something forlorn and forsaken about this wingéd, feathered beast.