Golly, I have now been in Okinawa for 3 years. it has been, er put in positive adjective of your choice. Thanks Okinawans for being so nice to me. We all, like western folks, have a lot to learn from them about milk of human kindness.
First weekend back from California and I go on a ramble to seek out feathered friends, which is what I like to do.
Sorry dear readers for all this bird stuff.
I drive home, not yet sated I decide to check out a sinuous rill close to my house. Here something strange happens. There are five guys all with very expensive camera equipment pointing their mega lenses at something. I stumble up and see that the object of their desire is a Kingfisher. With my pathetic small equipment I take some pictures.
How come they were all there at the same time? Probably members of some kind of bird photography club who just happened to be prowling the river. I will never know for despite the fact that they grin and wave, they do not speak English and my Japanese is still limited to saying how much I like gas stations. Maybe in another 3 years I will be able to comprehend? Probably not, one of the aspects of the Okinawan experience that I enjoy is that a great deal of life is unexplained, a mystery.