“A wonderful bird is the Pelican. His beak can hold more than his belly can. He can hold in his beak, Enough food for a week! But I’ll be darned if I know how the hellican?”
Dixon Lanier Merritt
My mother loved poetry. She kept a journal where she wrote out various poems that she liked in long hand, along with a few that she authored. For some reason she repeated the first two lines of this poem frequently enough that I could hear her while I was at Pine Island for the sunset tonight. I don’t remember what might have made her recite the lines on any given day, how it fit into what might have been going on. I just know that she liked it enough to repeat it. And repeat it she did, tonight, because pelicans were pretty much what was going on tonight. There were no clouds in the sky, not a lot of people waiting for the sunset, and it was high tide, so less beach for people to visit. Not so many photo ops. But the pelicans were flying and diving for their dinner as if it was happy hour at the local pub.