I hope I don't forget about this since I'm swamped right now, but I'll try to participate. 🙏

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Hello, my weekly report just got published. What about reading it and maybe giving a upvote ? It allow me to give better/bigger votes in the future

This one time I was watching a bald eagle getting attacked by a huge crowd of crows. The eagle was actually easily lashing out and causing massive wounds to the crows. But the numbers were on the crows.

It flared up right in front of me and was about 10 ft right in front of me. Pretty cool.

Thanks for the mention @wrestlingdesires, I was missing participating in this contest.

@wrestlingdesires Thanks for the tag. I would love to participate. But can you please walk me through the things I need to know more about this, and how it works?

This is nicer. Getting to write as much as you want. Cool.

Thanks for the tag. I'll pin this so as to not forget.

Hah!

Wondered where this initiative went to but know how busy you get so I was patient :)

Hmmmm... I'd like to see an entry from @nanixxx and @seki1 still. After Seki goes for a walk outside, anyway ;)

Oh my girl got a picture of a bald eagle yesterday! Have to fetch it here after a bit.

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The Guy In Suit.

"Stop!" I said, turning around to find the guy in suit following me as I walked home.

His step flattered, and I think I saw him give me a smirk. With my heart racing, I swallowed the invincible lumps that had found it way to my throat.

"Who are you?" I asked with a straight face.

Turning his head like a Great Cormorant would, he looked me deeply in the eyes and smirked again.

"You dropped this." He said, stretching his hands to give me my pink wallet.

With mouth open agape and eyes wide. I collected the wallet from him with a long sigh.

"Thank you, I thought I kept it in my bag." I murmured deeply with my thoughts running backwards to remember when the wallet had left my grip, and then, it hit me.

"You..." I said, walking closer to him.

His eyes moved rapidly like a child caught with a sweet candy.

"You pushed me at the coffee stand, didn't you?" I asked with my head high.

Clearing his throat, I heard him say some words that weren't heard.

"I can assure you I don't have the ability of hearing miles away. You need to be audible." I said with a glare.

"I am not a stalker but I have always seen you get coffee at noon. I just want to be friends." He answered with a smile.

"That's cute, but I'll pass on that. Thanks for the wallet, and have a good day!" I responded before walking off.

The next day came earlier than usual, and I couldn't help but smile because I knew today was going to be different. I have found a new spot to explore, and I couldn't wait to start the day.

After doing the necessary work both one and offline, I found myself in the middle of the busy crowd as usual. I walked down the road with a gleeful expression as I got closer to the exploration spot. On getting there, my eyes saw some beautiful birds, and I couldn't help picking up my phone to take some pictures as I breathed in the fresh air.

...and as I walked more, I saw a beautiful Cormorant and I couldn't help but smile as I remembered the guy with the suit. Maybe if fate would have it, I would give him a chance to friendship next time I see him.

Thank you so much for the tag, I will be dropping my entry soonest. But before then, @rare-gem, @emrysjobber @cheeamaka @dwixer @lightpen come and check this out

This is in response to @wrestlingdesires' invitation.

The Ring

One summer afternoon, when I was seven years old, I was on a hammock under a huge tree. The cool breeze whistling around the shade was lulling me to sleep. My heavy eyelids were about to succumb to slumber when a branch nearby shook.

Sitting on a branch was an eagle, eyeing a hen with her chicks just next to me. The hen was raking the leaves on the ground, looking for worms-- maybe. I wasn't sure.

"Oh, my gosh!"

I was about to get off the hammock when my grandmother's voice stopped me.

"Don't worry," she said. "The eagle won't eat her."

"How about the chicks?"

"They could be his victims, but--" she smiled at me. "He just wants to make sure that she finds his ring first."

"His what?" I gave Grandma a querying look. Her laughter cracked the silent afternoon.

"A long time ago, a hen and an eagle were in love with each other. They were so in love that the eagle proposed to the hen. She gladly accepted the ring and wore it anywhere she went." Grandma paused, searching my face for whatever reaction I might hold. "Do you want me to continue, dear?"

I nodded.

"One day, the eagle told the hen that he needed to leave for the meantime. But he promised that once he returned, they would get married. So, the eagle left, and the hen continued with her routine, still showing off her ring to other fowls in their area." Grandma glanced at the hen, then at the eagle before she continued.

"Days turned to weeks, and weeks to months but the eagle hadn't shown up. The hen was getting disheartened and hopeless, not to mention humiliated because of the mockery she received from the others. On one of those bitter days, a rooster fell in love with the hen and asked her to marry him as soon as possible. To regain her confidence and restore her image, she readily agreed. But the rooster has one condition--"

"What is it, Grandma?"

"He told the hen that since they were to get married, she had to throw the eagle's ring away. The hen didn't think twice. She pulled the ring out and threw it as far as she could."

"That was sad. What happened to the eagle then?"

"One day, he returned. He was searching everywhere for his beloved hen, only to find her happily married to the rooster with their chicks. He was furious. 'How dare you betray me!' The eagle crowed. ' I gave you a ring as a promise of marriage, but you married another!' The hen apologized several times, but the eagle wouldn't listen. ' As a punishment for your betrayal, I curse you to rake every day for the rest of your life until you find my ring! And in return for your unkindness, I will forever hunt your chicks with that roster!' After saying that, the eagle flew away."

"That was an awful curse."

"Yes, indeed."

This is supposed to be a short story. 😅 I apologize it has been lengthy.

Title: "Andrés and the mockers".
Once upon a time there was a very pretty cormorant named Andrés. Since he was pretentious and thought of himself as a model, when there was someone nearby with a camera he would strike out in the best poses he knew. He proudly exposed his wings while drying them, flaunting his great wingspan. On one occasion he was photographed after fishing and from a tree an eagle and his crow friends watched him laughing and mocking him saying that he looked like the bird on the quarter dollar coin, but after a storm.
Andrés did not mind the mockery and remained faithful to his nature, that is, he continued diving, eating fish, enjoying the sun and showing his brilliant plumage.

Thank you for reading.
I invite @elisaday7, @ladyfoth and @matadonya to participate in this fun contest.

Grateful to @elentogether Invitation and authors of these amazing pictures, here is my story

Nacidos de la ceniza

Winter had arrived, the coldest season of the year for the inhabitants of a place called Dunia, which was located at the top of the highest mountain. That day the dense fog drew the skies, the cold wind was blowing through the corners of the forest, only at the foot of that mountain you could contemplate the beautiful sunset. Slowly mixed in the dense fog, the smoke of a flame was present; soon the laughter and joy of Dunia would be recorded in the memories of an innocent girl.
The passing of the flame consumed everything in its path; the tragic story of a little girl named Arlet had just begun. Trying to save her life by running through the grasslands, Arlet's blonde hair could be seen, desperately moving away from the fire, her heart seeming to burst out of her chest.
Poor, tired, poor thing, she reached the edge of a stream that was the water that quenched her thirst and allowed her to find a safe place away from the flames. That day was eternal for little Arlet, between cries sleep overcame her and when she woke up the next morning, right in front of her was that bird, which was also fleeing from the devastation. A beautiful eagle with a broken wing that, looking at the girl, told her with his sharp voice: do not be afraid, everything will be fine, I also lost everything! Just when the girl was trying to tolerate the fear of seeing that bird speak, a fragile crow peeked out from the rubble.
That touching scene, a girl and two birds trying to move forward, the mutual agreement between the little girl and those birds that were wounded, helping each other to get out of the dense forest that was still burning. The crow was the first to try to take flight, reaching as high as he could look at a road in the distance and the huge flames that were going through the mountains, he knew he had to go as far as possible. For Arlet, the kindness of the birds help her to understand that she could not stay in that hiding place. Surely the flames would get there, her way out was to follow the birds. The tranquility of the eagle and his words of motivation for the girl made her forget for a moment the sadness of losing her family, the witticisms of the crow made her smile, that made her walk less complicated. The birds looked at the girl with compassion and tenderness, they were willing to help her find a safe place, they were like angels on her path that encouraged her to continue despite the grief in which she lived.
The night came and the cold was leaving the mountain because of the warmth of the fire. The birds knew that a helpless girl like Arlet could not resist the hard journey any longer, hunger, thirst and tiredness showed on her face. Hunger, thirst and tiredness showed on her little face. That second night the sky was filled with stars and the full moon came out with its splendor, like beautiful lights illuminating the path for the little girl and the birds. The dawn was painted in the skies, the eagle sang a beautiful melody that for Arlet was consolation. The raven said goodbye, he had arrived near a village, and between tears and joy the little girl saw hope.
Jumping with emotion, the eagle took flight and the raven accompanied her. They were all safe away from that devastation, those born from the ashes, survivors of pain.

Thanks @wrestlingdesires for the invitation. I also thank you for @litguru , @borniet the photos provided for this interesting contest.

DREAMER AND ADVENTURER

A gallant cormorant, known as the Adventurer, was flying over the sea when he spotted, near a tree, a beautiful lady cormorant, Dreamer. This name was chosen by her mother because she always seems to be in the clouds. She is just emerging from adolescence. So, at that stage of life, Dreamer, is thinking about an idyllic love. Although all her friends already have boyfriends, but she doesn't like any of the suitors.

She goes on with her boring life but, even so, she always performs her beauty ritual. Every day she dresses up slowly, smoothes her feathers with her beak and bathes herself in the fresh morning dew. One day she was concentrating hard, thinking that no one was watching her, and she continued to preen herself on the edge of the wall near the cliff when...unexpectedly, the Adventurer greeted her:

-Good morning beautiful lady, would you allow me to join you for a dance in the sea?

Dreamer's emerald eyes sparkled. It was the first time someone had treated her in such a charming way. Without thinking she accepted. She did not realize that she was accepting the dance of love...The magical spirit of the sea and the gentle breeze became accomplices...and unexpectedly the fire of passion arose between them. Without giving time to the hours, Dreamer, became enveloped in adulthood. Everyday life became marvelous until they left the sea and went to a peaceful place. There, Adventurer began to bring her small gifts: seaweed, sea stars, dead sea urchins...

-What does this mean, what do I do now? She thinks to herself and remembers her mother telling her:

-Dreamer, remember my advice. Choose well. Don't be hasty.

DREAMER AND ADVENTURER by María del Carmen Sánchez Copyright© 2024

February 29, 2024

Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

Thank you @ for this invitation and to the sponsors of this contest in which I love to participate.

Here is my story based on the beautiful photo of @borniet

The cormorant and the wind

The days have been very windy around the green water lagoon, and the leaves of the surrounding trees have fallen into the water, taking away its clarity. You can no longer see the fish swimming beneath its surface.

The carmoran has been thinking and thinking that he wants to fish in that lagoon, that he has no desire to go anywhere else, and he has asked the wind to stop blowing so that the leaves stop falling, but the wind replies that he cannot do that just to please him because, with his help, the clouds loaded with water will arrive in two days and the plants and the other animals need it.

You can't think only of yourself," he finally says, blowing so hard that thousands of leaves fall on the water and on the cormorant's head and wings.

Then the bird talks to the trees and asks them to hold on to their leaves and not let them fall. Surprised at this crazy request, the trees reply, "We can't do that just to please them.

We can't do that just to please you; the leaves are dry and are a weight on our branches, and we need space for the flowers and fruits to develop. Birds and insects can eat them, and other animals can feed on them.

And in response, another large number of leaves fell on the cormorant's wings. The cormorant, annoyed, tries to shake them off, and when it tries to fly, it can't. It stretches its wings as far as possible.

He stretches his wings as much as he can and tries to move them, but they are too heavy, tired and desperate , he loses his balance and goes forward.

He doesn't know what to do and looks at the wind and asks it to please help him.

The wind, knowing that the cormorant has already learned his lesson, blows gently on the wings and the leaves fall one by one leaving him free. Patience and constancy were stronger than strength.

The cormoran thanks the wind and apologizes to the trees, he has understood that the laws of nature must be respected. And already very hungry it flies to the sea where it knows it will find plenty of fish to eat.

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