Sunday, 10 June 2012

The story - the Owl


Owl.

As that before going to bed I sat on a verandah and read the book. The sun sat down, the sky turned pink, the wood which was round the house darkened. Here the owl sat down on a small ledge on a ladder almost opposite to me. I tore off a look from the book and looked at it. It was fine. She sat and twirled by the head, I slightly moved with hands, it started and began to look at me attentively. I was afraid will move what not to frighten away it and here it flew up and disappeared in the dark almost night wood. But the feather dropped out of her wing and fell to my feet I lifted it and began to examine it. After all surprising these birds - Owls.