Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Country diary: Sandy, Bedfordshire

4:56 PM | Posted by Free Game Zone | | Edit Post

among the fall colors fading woods, the sound dark winter came first, somewhere in the trees, sore throat, devoid of sweetness. In its simplicity, without frills, echoing the call seemed to get some air time, mourning the death of the entire year. The raven flew to a small clear light flashes unable to get blue buying their feathers. He jumped on a fence post and, as noted, the bird lifted its wings and tail for a moment, a small operation to straighten their skirts.

  • few years ago, I took a piece of fruit for lunch usual walk through the woods. A few days later, she became the apple of the eye of a crow and hope to continue my assistant at a distance very well judged, waving from tree to tree, sitting on a branch, his head bent on hold waiting for my food to be yours. Each race that ends with the raven to take the heart of apple tossed. With more time and patience, you may have had to go out to eat in my hand. (Research published this year indicated that these birds can identify individuals with human vision, recognizing faces of friends and enemies. Ravens were able to submit their assessments for birds in the vicinity and knowledge can be maintained in dick in the community of at least five years.)
  • crows today finished his pen settings, then gave me a grateful look. For a few seconds the bird was still perched, his big head and protruding slightly elevated. But I had no interest in empty-handed and I dismissed as irrelevant. He turned his head, jumped down and started looking around tufts of short heather. Sometimes he raised his head as if she had some fresh air, always worried, always vigilant. Attention, curiosity and intelligence also serve this bird in the winter to come.

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