Aug. 10 – 12

Hot hot hot!

He was probably just chillin on the beach when some creep came out of the dark and shot him. It took a long time for him to die.

Woke up to the sound of a shotgun and then a huge splash and terrible squawking. Some ahole shot Wendall, the blue heron that comes to my beach every day. I hope the babies in the nest are ok. I see Momma coming down to look for you. So sad.

I jumped out of bed and went outside but it was pitch black and no moon. Never found his body so I’m assuming he’s in a taxidermist shop in town.

Why do people have to be such jerks?

RIP Wendell.

Happy trails.

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