I highly recommend Robert Harris’ novels on the life of Cicero. I am listening to one at the moment as I record the events of this day.
Mainly birds I’m afraid. There are no less than 5 different species of Egret on Okinawa. I have been very lazy in truly sorting them out. Today I go to it.
We shall go from big to small.

Great White Egret. Notice thin kinked neck. The real giveaway I have realized after 2 years is the gape line, thin bit of skin stuff under the eye. Great White has one. Click on the photo and you be able to zoom. The next Egret down , the Intermediate Egret, does not.

The little Egret. Blackish bill, but the giveaway is yellow feet, which you cannot see in this photo.
Now we come to the miserable Cattle Egret. Small, short necked, lacking trawthe.
So these four are usually seen inland, usually poncing around in rice and taro fields.
The last Egret is the Pacific Reef Egret, which is essentially a sea-bird.
Anyway that has cleared up the Egret dilemma. I am gratified by my discipline, it is so easy to avoid these niceties but, ‘It will but skin and film the ulcerous place,
Whilst rank corruption, mining all within, Infects unseen.’ – birdwatching is a stern mistress. A few more birds from today’s ramble through the Okinawan tundra.
I also learned some jigs.
These:
Poor mongoose. Very Loudon Wainwright III.
As in dead and road?
‘Cept it was a skunk.
R Harris v v good. Looking forward to reading his latest, about Dreyfus.
Recently reviewed in Sunday Times. A must-read. This saga has been haunting French society for over a century and is not going to go away anytime soon. Two subsequent world wars didn’t help either.