STORK, I welcome thy return.
Thou stork, I welcome thy return.
Thy coming is the sign of spring,
And thou dost joy and gladness bring.
Stork, upon our roof descend.
Thou stork, upon our roof descend.
Upon our ash-tree build thy nest,
Our dear one, and our honoured guest.
Excerpt from an Old folk song
They are back! Resting on their way from Africa to their northern summer residencies.
This is the view from our balcony in the early evening. Every year for some weeks in spring we have this marvelous display right in front of us. At about six o.clock the excitement starts. There is movement in the sky, first high up, sliding dots, round and round...
We are always waiting for these beautiful birds to arrive when the sun sets, greeting them happily, listening to their soft just-before-sleep chatter.
Photographs Uri Eshkar.