So we left yesterday’s post with Harfül airborne fleeing from the caws and curses of Kragen Cormorant!
And Kragen needed to steady himself after that blinding light…..
“What the echinacea was that?” cawed Kragen feeling a little ruffled around the feather region!
Kragen stretched out his wings and as he did so a surge of power ran through him, as his wings unfolded he felt unbeatable and full of power!
Words welled up inside him and he wanted to speak. His cormorant comrades felt that quite frankly they had seen it all before!
Undeterred by their nonchalence Kragen puffed out his chest and spoke to the sea, the wind, the sky…….
He talked to the boats…..
He preached to the fishermen and their nets!
He spoke to the amazing Turkish workers who can pave a street/bridge/road in a few hours!
He looked out at the sparkly sea and…..
…realised that life was too short and good to be so cross with Harfül….
He found himself a small and pointy post a little away from his original and favourite post…
and vowed to stop being so darned irksome with Harfül!
So the next day life went on as normal…..
Harfül is still practising standing on one leg and the comrade cormorants are still disinterested!
But didn’t you know that Cormorants are known as Black Death Killing Machines with tempers to match!!!! (According to the Guardian and Observer newspapers!)
Be afraid Harfül…be very afraid!!
See Ya xx