My wife, Jerre, has a penchant for naming every creature with which she comes into contact. While she was sitting on the dock, feeding the fish with catfish pellets, early this morning, a particularly bold egret landed near her. Whether he was looking for his share of pellets or simply waiting for the feeding fish to emerge so that he could dine... who knows? At any rate the egret remained on the dock with Jerre for at least 15 minutes and eventually left. At that point Jerre pronounced that the curious fowl would henceforth be known as Edwin the Egret. So-be-it.
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