Just got home, I remembered a bustling place on my terrace in my duties there be spring!
A tiny sparrow, apricot great struggles, over a bamboo shade to build a nest - an exciting, urgent business, and touching, because almost all the dry leaves and twigs fall in stormy wind from too narrow a bamboo cane down again, what the Baueifer the sparrows did not can interfere. It continues, wings to flap, for hours. Where does this guy that barely fills one hand, this energy? A shattering, triumphant from his incessant chirping heralds, doing significant
I leaf through my annals - and yes, the spring, it was just yesterday: (more ...)
