Just come home, I remembered a bustle on my terrace of my duties there be spring!
A tiny sparrow apricot large, is struggling through a bamboo blind to build a nest - an exciting, urgent business, and touching, because almost all of the dry leaves and twigs fall in stormy wind from too narrow a bamboo cane down again, what the Baueifer sparrow not at all may interfere. It continues, flapping wings to blow for hours. Where does this guy that fills hardly a hand, this energy? A schmetterndes, triumphant chirping tells of his unremitting, significant actions.
I flick my annals - and indeed, the spring, it was only yesterday: (more ...)
