zaterdag 13 juni 2015


Again a spooky grey print of a bird in full flight is on our living-room window. I don't know why but it's mostly sparrows that crash against the glass. Very rarely it means death though; I've caught some on the ground below shaking and breathing heavily before flying away again, but most of the time there's no trace whatsoever of any bird, dead or alive.

Spring day
the sound of a cuckoo
but never the bird