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Buzzard in the fogg
Outside, it's a classic October, yet I come to you with a poem about... vacations. And not just any vacations. If you're dreaming of an exotic getaway, be careful what you wish for, because not everyone will hear the same thing. 😛 Rhymes inspired by... buzzards and translated from Polish by ChatGPT.:P
**"The Misunderstanding"**
The wife said to her buzzard,
"Let’s take a trip, my dear,
I’m feeling so very tired.
Come relax with me... on Bali, clear?"
"Great idea!" chirped the bird.
"Let’s fly at the break of dawn,
To pick from our meadow's herd
The finest bales of straw."
– jn, 2024-10-09, BB
In August, we visited our beloved Bieszczady mountains. Right next to the place where we stayed is a little-known nature reserve, surrounded by wonderful meadows stretching along the San River. It was there that I had the chance to observe common buzzards (Buteo buteo) for the first time in my life. To my eyes, there seemed to be quite a lot of them.
The buzzards we saw often perched on bales of hay. The locals tend to call these hay rolls "bales" – it's likely easier and more convenient that way. Either way, our buzzards were spending their vacation on the bales, or perhaps on the "ball" (sic!), or even at "balls". And we joined them. We really enjoyed it. The buzzards seemed pleased, too.
fot. 2024.08.30, Myczkowce, Bieszczady, Poland.
Buzzard in the fogg
Outside, it's a classic October, yet I come to you with a poem about... vacations. And not just any vacations. If you're dreaming of an exotic getaway, be careful what you wish for, because not everyone will hear the same thing. 😛 Rhymes inspired by... buzzards and translated from Polish by ChatGPT.:P
**"The Misunderstanding"**
The wife said to her buzzard,
"Let’s take a trip, my dear,
I’m feeling so very tired.
Come relax with me... on Bali, clear?"
"Great idea!" chirped the bird.
"Let’s fly at the break of dawn,
To pick from our meadow's herd
The finest bales of straw."
– jn, 2024-10-09, BB
In August, we visited our beloved Bieszczady mountains. Right next to the place where we stayed is a little-known nature reserve, surrounded by wonderful meadows stretching along the San River. It was there that I had the chance to observe common buzzards (Buteo buteo) for the first time in my life. To my eyes, there seemed to be quite a lot of them.
The buzzards we saw often perched on bales of hay. The locals tend to call these hay rolls "bales" – it's likely easier and more convenient that way. Either way, our buzzards were spending their vacation on the bales, or perhaps on the "ball" (sic!), or even at "balls". And we joined them. We really enjoyed it. The buzzards seemed pleased, too.
fot. 2024.08.30, Myczkowce, Bieszczady, Poland.