THE COLONY OF CORMORANTS

in the Solleveld. The many babies don't make that loud noise as they did before. They have learned to behave themselves. They are big now.
Mischa and I walked at a fast pace through the reserve, because she had an apointment in the city at twelve o'clock. But we paused for a while near the bare trees where the cormorant colony is situated. A coming and going of flying birds, parents with babies on the many nests and swimming birds in the large fen.
I noticed the cormorant of the picture, she held the branch in her beak and I could not really find out what she intended to do with it. Was it for a new nest or just for fun? Anyway a fascinating sight.
Somewhere on the path we greeted a man with an enormous camera, sitting on a bench and we asked if he had seen an animal or other subject already. A fox perhaps? No he answered, did we? No we neither. A bit later we saw the dead little mole on the path, exactly on the same spot where we had find one also dead some weeks ago. A little mystery.

My haiku:

Am I emphatic
With the cormorants or mole
The living and the dead

And the proverb:

She/He changes her/his flag to conceal her/his being a pirate.