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The hunter’s eyes are sharp eyes and yet they fail to see how beautiful the bird is that he aims at with such glee. The hunter’s ears are good ears yet never seem to hear
I salute the tricolor of the sky and earth and sea; the lion rampant of the rising Sun king’s livery; those are the only banners that mean liberty to me, a native of the world.
Swallows, swifts and martens fly; like a feathery, lightning flash, go by in the blink of an old birdwatchers eye, across the broad, blue summer sky. A glimpse of wing and a two pronged tail
Camera 1 shows a peaceful summer garden; little birds hanging onto the bird feeder; pretty flowers waving to me in the breeze; a blue sky and a bright sun.