The " Von-Storks " make a home for themselves.
We all know the story of storks and their magic, so be warned that you will see a few storks in this blog today. As they say in advertising:
Storks have been proven to bring children to your doorstep. By looking at these stork pictures, you run the risk of not needing your husband! Side effects do occur and please seek your nearest fairy tale for advice..
Seeing storks parade around our village does remind me of fairy tales and magical stories. These birds are quite large or should I say, large enough to carry a bundle of joy with their beaks. Our village should be renamed Storkville, as these birds are all over the place; in the fields, picking up morsels behind the harvester, crossing the roads or as in this case, on top of a chimney stack. For some reason, they do love this particular roof in the village. In fact, everyone knows this house by its nickname: Storkhouse
Directions usually involve it:
" Just go along the main street until you get to Storkhouse, then turn right..."Before Bob and I moved here, my parents were rather keen on us moving into Storkhouse as it was up for sale. Was that for its close proximity to them or because they wanted to take turns babysitting?
The other afternoon, we fetched my parents and they were running a bit late. Or were we early for a change? Nevertheless, it didn't matter because I had espied the Von-Storks bedding down for the evening. It was so delightful seeing this family affair, that I stood in the middle of the road and snapped away. Even Schatzi was encouraging and kept the traffic away from me. It was rush-hour and three cars drove past. Goodness, did I get some strange looks!
" If you wing it, so will I "
Biggi
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