Nice to unwind on the estuary among the wading migrants. One came on the lawn and in the absence of a white rabbit I intoned WHITE-FACED HERON, WHITE-FACED HERON, WHITE-FACED HERON for luck during May. Well, cultures change, stories morph and roles are rewritten. I sent an email to Lewis Carroll who agreed to include a heron as proxy for the white rabbit at the Mad Hatter’s tea party this month.

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