... my smith's ultra light stork nest ...
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Picky Storks
500 m from my Linge river mooring, there is a small hobby-zoo which has a stork nest, on a long pole, outside its premises, at the Linge dike. In a winter storm, it collapsed. In spring it was still lying in shambles along the dike. With the storks on their way from the South I did a bid on the remains to repair it and put it next to my boat.
No way, the owner said, he was going to repair it.
But days passed and nothing happened.
So I went to our local river-side smith, we still have one, and had him weld another one, much lighter. I had resolved to revolutionize Dutch stork nest building by making it light and putting it on steel tubes, then put guys. After all, I am a sailor, and so are storks.
... my smith's ultra light stork nest ...
...
putting mesh, in it a subtle but clear message concerning the purpose in twig
language ...
... putting it up ...
...
Dutch stork nest building revolutionized ... steel wire guy lines ...
... meanwhile near the hobby-zoo the collapsed nest was re-erected ... but too late: the storks
had arrived. With excellent understanding of the construction of the zoo's bird cages, had
gone at work at the joint between four horizontals and a vertical pole ... I thought
I would still have a chance, for the zoo keeper maintained he would chase them
from there ...
... first enquiries of my nest: a goose ...
But the zoo keeper apparently changed his mind and let his stork couple, there already for years every year, sit at their self selected spot for this season.
... But
then, at a morning coffee, I saw a stork gliding from the Southwest towards me
... I ran to my camera ...
...
seemed a youngster, may be a chicken from the zoo-nest last season ...
... a few days later there were two ...
apparently he was courting a young lady ...
...
she would sit down in the middle with a facial expression, to my considerable
irritation, of dissatisfaction with the hardware offered, he
would sit on the edge ... then she would fly away, he would go after her to get her
back, in which he succeeded a few times every day ...
He would consistently sit on the edge, which was a shaky business and made him flap regularly. To me, this seemed out of step with the impression a man should make on a woman, so I seriously tightened the nest's steel guy wires.
Video: https://youtu.be/oerUxIaEqkQ
But a few days later they ceased to visit my nest. I saw them far, hovering near Rumpt, a village on the other side of my river.
I don't blame him. No, no, no.
It was her.
Bitch.