The last Jim's Pick
The last Savannah Debutante
We walked in the early afternoon today, later than usual, and perhaps that's why we finally saw the heron. Looking over the edge of the guard wall, I spied a school of fish in the pool below. The heron must have been watching them too, because suddenly, the heron flew out from under the bridge and glided over the the creek bed.
The heron fishing in Canadaway Creek
Can you see the face in the knot?
We strolled through the cemetery again because of the shade and quiet. One cluster of graves caught our attention. The last name was Miner and there inscriptions for six children. Two died in 1838, two in 1845, one in 1843 and the other in 1850. They ranged in age from nine months to 20 years. Incredibly sad and puzzling. How could parents endure the loss of six children? Why did they die so young? Were there epidemics? Did they have any other children who did survive?
Just past the Miner graves, we startled a doe and two fawns who took off through the grounds, leaping over the gravestones. We wondered where they would go and then discovered one of the babies on the far side of the cemetery. She stood motionless till we moved away, then laid down and waited calmly for the danger to pass, just as her mom taught her.
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