I step out into the Royal Gardens, and start a neglected regime of stretches and dog poses to release my strained back.
Overhead there is a racket in the tall trees. Looking up I see clusters of large blackened leaves hanging from the threadbare tops. Suddenly some of them drop away, and sickeningly spread their prehistoric wings and flap about. Giant bats, as large as seagulls, in great throngs! They are clearly relinquishing their typecasting as nocturnal creatures, and making a dreadful diurnal racket.
.............going for dinner.
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Three on the trans-Siberian railway... and beyond.
1 comment:
Gosh...
It feels like being there, with you.
Like hearing all the sounds.
Here in Germany we have snow and temperatures are down to less than -30° at some places (in Berlin -16°C), and birds collect their food from my window sill.
Much love to the three of you! C.
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