I'm back from my jogging alongside the river (third day of my new resolution.. I'm so proud of myself..)
But how can I do my daily excersise between those all swimming, flying and walking birds, sneaking cats and wagging children? I just can't and I stop at every fascinating momenth.
Yesterday I saw from 50 metres distance that one of grey herons tried to touch down the path few times but from some reason it couldn't and balanced dangerously above water.
It was on my way so I finnaly found what's going on..
Every time when the heron attempted to land some crow rose from grass and catched wings of much bigger bird.
It was unusual cruel ballet in the air.
Shame that I had no my camera but from the other side I don't think I could take that picture.
It stays only in my memory
and in your imagination.
My first words are inspirated by some line from polish movie from 1970 titled "The Cruise" (Rejs) directed by Marek Piwowski.
It's cultic film with very absurdal sense of humour.
Viola










21/05/08 @ 10:48