A worm, they say, has struck last winter and beheaded many old palm trees: There they stand, the meter-high trunks like pillars with a residual capital: A pity. As the worms should have done it and if it really is true is another question, especially as a worm or several worms do it to undermine an old palm tree such that its life juices him be so dug that out of his crown now no green palm fronds can do more ...?
However, the withered crowns this year the scene of something unheard, unprecedented - at least the ancients can remember like anything: A stork pair has one of these orphaned Palm ladderstands chosen as a nesting site - and on one of the hottest places in Europe: At the busy ring road a small town in the hinterland of the Costa del Sol.
The stork couple is setting a tremendously courageous, almost foolhardy character that is calculated to expel despondency, depression and other helplessness, at least for those who can be infected by its An-courage.
The majestic nest building company just at this point means that is nothing less than that this daring couple, Mr. and Mrs. Adepar are sure that so much rain has fallen and is still falling, that all this water, all the herbicides and pesticides that are immediately mercilessly descend with onset of spring on everything that is green and blooming, as far as can dilute that there will be plenty of frogs and toads, the survival to be able to subsequently provide as appetizing food source for stork and the planned offspring available can . And that the nearby river this year will not dry out before nor any young stork has hatched.
The storks must have known it: In the night that followed the day on which I had submitted my objections to her wanton company, the sky darkened and what followed, which is not the rain, but rather the dispersal of a pharynx, the water to a roaring Schaaaaahhhh-volume vomited. This also heard the next day not on and the following and then not following. All dams and reservoirs, which were anyway already filled to its limit, must now drain the water, which transforms itself small, harmless rivulet within minutes in gurgling, ravenous, impassable floors.
About all the towers the storks. I decide to park my car on the ring road to look up times. Woman stork sitting in an already sizeable nest and plucks and schnäbelt twigs and grasses cope, her head is only half a tennis ball to see. But then it rushes rotted in the air and over the orange grove under the brown, poisoned grass, stork swinging shut up.
What follows is ornithological probably not correct, but so happen and may include: wife stork jumps up, it creates a short fray and you can hear at least six seconds a fierce groan above in Palm nest. I am if the background noise so surprised that I forget to turn the video feature of my camera, but take a few snapshots. The image sequence ends with a wonderful silhouette of the stork pair.
I'll infect me! Not by a lame "Yes we can - just how and what?", But rather by the unmistakable "Venceremos" the Storks: We can do it in any case!
dead palm tree with Stork Nest
Pst - storks storks
Venceremos!
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Tags: palm trees , storks , add days , worms
