I keyed the ignition and listened to the giant V-8 sputter to life. The skinny-legged bird turned its pointy beak toward me but didn’t move.
“What do you want from me?” I asked.
No answer. Its beady yellow eyes seemed accusatory.
“Hey. I do the best I can.”
The egret squawked twice, crapped on my hood, spread its wings, and took off.
“Okay, okay! I’ll try harder.”
I watched the bird dip, then soar, heading toward the river and disappearing into the glare of the morning sun.
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