Stared Down By the Shoebill Stork

I was standing next to an African swamp the other day When the wing span of a dynamo spread a shadow my way It covered my body length, and I was lying down flat. I said to my husband “What do you think of that?” “It’s a shoebill stork,” he informed me with a hush. Don’t excite him, because he will come out of the brush. The shoebill was at least five foot tall, standing on his feet. Which intimidated me, as I know shoe bills love to eat. What do they consume? I asked my husband, worried. He whispered “lungfish,” and his voice sounded hurried. The blue gray shoebill began to stare me down right away. I thought we were both goners on that horrible day!