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West Coast Lady

West Coast Lady

West Coast Lady

West Coast Lady

Yellow-billed Stork

Yellow-billed Stork

Yellow-billed Stork

Yellow-billed Stork

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10 Responses to Untitled Post 00066

  1. sandra getgood says:

    The yellow-billed stork and the butterfly are color-coordinated, as well as being great pictures! I don’t know why, but that stork gives me the impression that he knows a funny story, but is deciding to keep it to himself for now.

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    • disperser says:

      Thanks, and with a little prodding, I got the story . . .

      You see, the legend is told of the stork of old,
      a stork who others thought was quite bold.

      She sought, you see,
      to deliver a baby.

      But when she arrived at the house,
      no one was there, not even a mouse.

      So the baby she took,
      to see the wise Rook.

      The Rook listened to the stork’s chatter,
      finally speaking his thought on the matter.

      “Keep her you must until such time,
      as we can place her back with her kind.”

      The stork who was so bold,
      did just so, as she was told.

      The baby grew, and learned of stork ways,
      until the day she went her own way.

      The human tribe she rejoined without strife,
      and became the first human midwife.

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  2. I love butterflies and storks always remind me of baby’s being born. Beautiful :)

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  3. Great captures Emilio!

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  4. AnnMarie says:

    Enchanting photos and subjects, but the poem gets top billing!

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    • disperser says:

      Thanks . . . I don’t particularly like poetry (and that only loosely qualifies), but I did enjoy writing the tale in that form.

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      • AnnMarie says:

        In my first comment I was going to ask if that came from you or if you had borrowed it from someone else. And now that I know, I can add that you’re a poet and you DO know it! Well done, E!

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