Flying Objects
Jul. 31st, 2008 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
franceslievensThe end of the day is usually marked by flocks of rose-ringed parakeets returning home. They fly in squadrons of five to sometimes fifteen low over the trees in the direction of the park. Searching for a sleeping place in one of the tall trees over there, they chatter quite loudly. The same chatter wakes up the neighbourhood at the first rays of the sun in the morning.
So different then are the crows. Their croaky voices can only be heard when people pass underneath. Their black silhouette on chimneys surveys the surroundings – and probably this high seat keeps their butts warm in winter. Mischievous as they are, they wait for their moment. If the parakeets are loitering youngsters, the crows are the ones you kind of want to forgive their bad behaviour. They are quite inventive when it comes to having fun.
So different then are the crows. Their croaky voices can only be heard when people pass underneath. Their black silhouette on chimneys surveys the surroundings – and probably this high seat keeps their butts warm in winter. Mischievous as they are, they wait for their moment. If the parakeets are loitering youngsters, the crows are the ones you kind of want to forgive their bad behaviour. They are quite inventive when it comes to having fun.
