Birds

Birds…

Smart, clever, brave even, or still only natural?

May be descendants of the dinos but still, sometimes, when I look at them all I see is passion and power.

Will of living.

Taking care of family.

Young groups playing…

Or them hiding somewhere… waiting. Watching us?

Maybe even laughing?

I swear they sometimes laugh at me!

And all I can do is to watch them. How peaceful and patient they can be…

How ready…

How weirdly unimpressed by surroundings they are or maybe… in fact they are admiring it now? Maybe?

They are different than we are in every piece.

And this is awesome!

But sometimes, with those silverish waves…

I am like glued to the lens…

Because they are amazing, awesome, and in such amount you get what Hitchcock meant. You know how scary it would be if they attack you…

All in one group.

You would be… dead.

No offense, but this is the truth.

One small or medium bird is a problem, poop… but a bunch of them, oh yes, amazing power! Or… an amazing, fearless weapon!

But still… all I see is beauty…

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