THE LAST PARACHUTES

fly towards their new future life.
In the morning I walked down to the river to give the swan pair some bread. The ducks wanted some too.
Our walk of today went into the forest. The sky a light grey, a light pack of clouds lying above the world. This weather makes the world a very silent one. Between the giant trees it is quiet and silent. Hardly a bird makes a sound, sometimes a airplane can be heard. And when we were on our way back two or three shots, a seldom heard sound. Aimed at the boars, the fox, or even the deer.

I felt happy with all the truly nice comments, stars and hearts for the sheep with her fine face. Thank you so much.

My haiku:

Let us land softly
When we fall from high places
Smiling if we can

And the proverb:

A good tale is none the worse for being twice told.

1581 In the Stationers' Register.