Stalking the storks!

Well, here is another storky shot. I took the Motobi for a spin minus the front mudguard...I've just taken that off and spray-painted it gold to try and enhance the right 'feel' of the bike's styling, and having ridden hither and thither in Szemes, I came up the hill, along the back road and into ?szöd. I'd taken the camera with me on the off-chance of getting a shot of the stork(s), but I felt that I really missed an opportunity of a lifetime earlier this morning, bear with me here a minute: Ati was out walking his daughter's pathetic excuse for a canine on the footie pitch. As Ati related the story, so was one of the storks who automatically obviously looked upon the 'dog' as something akin to a mid-morning snack. Apparently the 'dog' took exception to the stork's interpretation of its life-purpose and vocalised its misgivings. Ati said that then the two of them squared up to each other and started the jostling that leads where we've all been at some point. At this point, Ati decided that enough was enough and stepped in (just like the dinner ladies used to) and broke it up. If that wasn't worth a few gigabytes of 'film', then I don't know what is. It got better too...Ati, having asserted his personality regarding the stork, had taken his eye off the 'dog' for a few seconds. The 'dog', no doubt as a direct consequence of the intelligence it lacks in great volumes, seized this opportunity to thank Ati by diving into a huge pile of stork shit, emerging with only its head unsullied by foul-smelling poo. Ati was, quite naturally, somewhat excited by this development which, I feel, would have made an excellent photo-strip story. Again, I'm sad to say that I missed this opportunity (being asleep), and also managed to miss Ati's wife's reaction to his return, jobby in tow. Ah well...back to where I was...so, down the street I rode (there's just the one street), stopped and thought; "Bugger!". I'd only brought the small lens, and the stork was hiding at the top of the lamppost as per usual. Casting dismay to the four winds, I took a couple of shots before idly turning to my right whereupon I discovered that there were two other storks standing on a chimney on the house opposite me. I quickly (not that it mattered...these two were practicing yoga at the time) banged off a couple of shots before my attention was redirected to the stork in the skyscraper which had begun to do the rather odd stork-calling-procedure (then fling their heads backwards until their beaks are resting on their backs, and then slowly bring their heads back to a normal angle, whilst 'clapping' the two halves of their beaks together), something which heralded the arrival of another stork into the skyscraper. That's the shot I've put up for today...a stork arriving with what looked to me like a pillow-sized bundle of something. Good to know however that there's four of them here now. Last year there was just the one for a few days, which might be connected to the fact that 2 year's ago one of the young storks fell out of the nest and died, whilst its thicker sibling broke its neck when it attempted to fly through somebody's double-glazing. Let's hope that these ones have a wee bit more nonce!