GENERATIONS AND GENERATIONS OF WILD BIRDS—HAVE HELPED US SEE PEACE AND HOPE.
I haven’t had the time to take a walk for quite a few days, so I started feeling the deficit today. You know, like an itch in the soul and tingling in the toes. I knew that a long walk on the beach and in the nature reserve would provide a complete cure. So that’s what I did.
Arriving in the nature reserve, I discovered that the Moorhen kids had grown up in the last one month, transformed from fluffy black fur balls to beautiful teenagers.
The three chicks didn’t want to pose for a portrait together (what’s new?), but here’s how they all look today. They are about two-thirds of the size of mom now, And they don’t want to be seen with her. They are full of energy and busy exploring the world on their own. Luckily I didn’t see them…
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