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November 4th 2010    Tim Candler

    A walk through woodland and sand to reach the possibility of creatures that chase fish.  It was a little further than I at least had anticipated.  The Artist of course is agile and sprightly.  I am sloth-like and waddling, and delicate.  So today I might just remain in this chair staring at patterns on the floor.

    The woodlands contained Deer and Squirrel and a Black Snake. And we saw sign in the sand near murky canals of something with feet that dragged a tail.  Neither of us proficient in tracking which always leaves imagination.  Otters when they walk drag their tails and so do Coypu and Muskrat and a whole range of furred and non-furred water loving creatures such as Crocodile or Alligator or depressed Fisherman. 

     Easy to conclude that Fishermen are driven by uncontrollable urges. They have a fervor untrammeled by high wind or rain or any of those conditions that cause mere mortals to wish for the indoors.  Nor is their passion particularly active.    It consists of appearing fierce while watching waves wash across sandy inclines.   Something I think I might be able to do.  And when attached to the purpose of catching fish, and if I was properly wrapped, I could probably happily remain there for hours and hours and hours, content in the knowledge that my fishing line had no hook on its end.

    Then, on the landward side of the dunes we alarmed a Kingfisher.  He was I believe a Belted Kingfisher, and like Kingfishers across the world he displayed the combination of curiosity and irritation that marks Kingfisher character.   We tried to mind our own business and we tried not to stare, but he followed us along the waterway chattering at us until we were gone from his territory.  He was I suppose simply “taking his country back.”

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