Stillness

Stillness

Only shortly before Easter they were. Early in the morning and just before the sun was setting it was them taking the role of master of the sky. It was a delight watching and… hearing them. Different swarms of tiny little birds were patterning the sky. Above in the air the space was filled with various kinds of formations. Sometimes it seemed as if they were taught how to speed up the group as they bore strong hissing sounds. At other times it looked more like receiving lessons in keeping balance; high up the group was flying in one instant and diving deep down while rounding the formation was what they did next.

Birds on a wire

It did not take long actually before they all flew away under aloud chattering. In no time however they were back again, one by one, and after some shovelling and re shovelling they found themselves a place in little groups or on their own, on one of their favourite electric wires. And with their having a rest tranquillity was restored as well.

On the look out

On the look out

After a short while the sun came out while the wind went in her lying and temperature raised; the weather became milder. The farmers went out and about busily spading in the tiny fields, getting the last beds ready before Easter for the potatoes to grow in.

On Satharn Cásca (Holy Saturday) it was a lovely day in itself. In the early afternoon though, all of a sudden there was a shivering cold breeze which only lasted for a couple of minutes. Just then I saw a robin having a tuft of wool in its’ beak.

Slán go fóill,

Elisabeth from Inis Meáin

Source:: aranisland.info