So now and then a song-thrush hip-hops through the grass...specially now the grass is full of blossoming clovers and a little bit to long, he jumps a bit.
On the stone path I regulary step on something crispy..crackingsound-something.
When I look under my feet..its mostly the remains of a snail...
he loves snails,.... eating them I mean.
sometimes I see him banging the snail on the stone...till the snailshell breaks open.
and then he slibber-slobbs the remains of the snail...
beautiful sight, seeing him doing that.
The empty snail-houses I later find back...as an unwashed dish.
2 comments:
Really! Birds are SO smart sometimes. Heh. (grin)
What a lovely gift this thrush has left you - I will take "dirty dishes" like that any day!
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