Fortunately, there's still a huge track of mangrove trees beside the Petani river where hundreds of egrets make their nests. At dawn they'd fly off in groups to the padi-fields to forage for food and every evening they make their way home again. It's lovely just looking at them leaving the river at dawn or heading for home at dusk.
Sometimes we get to see them flying in their customary V-Formation. Some of them have probably lost their migratory instincts. They come home late and alone, looking lost, and just heading in the general direction of the river.
Against an evening sky with dashing strokes of brush
The great Artist paints with colored ink and wash
Gentle breezes warmly stroking hair and face
Greeting folks on evening walks keeping healthy pace
In the fading light of yellow and orange hue
To the mangroves where young ones feeding is due
From soggy rice fields to cozy nests for the night
Straggling egrets on their home bound flight
Each dawn a relentless struggle in search of food
Till dusk a continuous duty to feed their brood
People, environment and nature to blend we must
From birth, nourishment and growth till all turn to dust