walked out into the Fill with my film camera. The sharp, green grass was glossy in the mid-day sun. Rain fell in streaks to the south, but none here while I walked. The Dime-Lot pond was crowded with shovellers and the returning swallows dotted the sky. They are the type with white bellies and greenish-capped heads. I attempted a picture of a great blue heron, because it seemed to want it's picture taken, flew over to where I was and landed in front of me. Looked at me expectantly. The shovellers, while close, did not want to be remembered in film.
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