26 / 27th February ... uniform days with little depth, because I did not permit this at the moment. It is for this very often during the day into the evening twilight into the air:
A characteristic hoarse shouts and a distant noise force me to feel attracted, in the most unlikely places to keep an abrupt stop and stare upwards, because it is a play on the celestial stage to see, free admission: The return of the migratory birds, wild geese and cranes .
Apparently the area of Bonn am Rhein is a strategic, because train to train crosses the Rhine since yesterday and moved to the Northwest. Fancy; Order and harmony maintained in constant motion and change alive. I beame me in the last goose flight of the right wedge and fly with her behind my front goose. I consider that it has the most difficult position, because any reason, it will have probably yes, that she flies as the last. I identify myself just a little too much with her and feel some diffuse parallel to my life that makes me almost crash.
I prefer to concentrate on the more flies and imagine how the goose or I try not to miss the boat because, for behind us pushes up no more; other hand, we are almost automatically entrained in the air channel, and our will to the will of the great events "fly to the target".
The tip Goose It has perhaps the simplest: it is of impulses, it keeps the direction of the motion and the target. You have to feel behind him as a nearly inexhaustible fuel charge, with the she finds it easy to capture the big ideas, the energy and the will to aim all their peers.
And suddenly I'm somehow subdued and almost envious. Envious that these beings do it twice a year, what people often do not bring her life into existence: to come Ans target. Each comes in a grandiose, Community air power with the help of hundreds of fellow flight to your destination. The tip is a signed as a sky ruler V, behind it is a pleasurable effort, so I would the powerful screams cheap, somewhat elaborately-light on.
The wild geese want something that each and all together and make it into a single, purposeful movement: The will of the sky.
I want something and I'm often not at their destination or a thousand years later wants to appear to me. But clearly, my will, I should not compare the strong will of a wild goose or a crane, who manage only to think clearly and to keep this even weeks, while I have hundreds at the same time and only sometimes think one end; and certainly do not expect someone else accidentally takes a similar clear thought.
Nevertheless, as the ideal I should not spoil this sight. What if a group, community, or even society just had a clear thought and would hold him?
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Inspirational from lofty heights:
- Winged Migration (2 DVDs)
- Stephane Durand / Guillaume Poyet: The Secret of migratory birds (Book)
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Tags: animal love
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