Hello, I have storks in my garden……

Looking out of the window and discovering a face staring down at you is one thing. Discovering that the visitor is the equivalent of Sesame Street’s Big Bird and that he’s brought his pals along with him is even more amazing. Check out these storks, who have migrated over from Africa and have apparently decided to spend the night in my garden, just in front of my bedroom window. I hope they won’t be leaving any parcels on the doorstep when they leave…..

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28 thoughts on “Hello, I have storks in my garden……

      • I know an expert stork catcher (true!) but I don’t think he’d help me if I told him that I wanted to sell them for Christmas dinners. SO here’s the plan: we will tether frogs on your head in the garden and use you as bait. I’ll hide behind a bush with the hessian bag, you grab their feet when they land on your shoulders, and we’ll be the Bernard Matthews of the stork market. 😀

      • I live in Toronto city, Ontario, Canada. Living in a big city means small garden although it is very convenient to get gardening materials. Well, nothing is perfect, but we must enjoy and appreciate what we have!

      • Wow, Toronto…. I’d like to go there one day. PF’s been there, and brought me back two tastes of Canada: a fridge magnet and a superb pair of sheepskin slippers 🙂 My gardening skills are limited, but I’m planning on starting modestly with a herb patch and a few tomatoes this year…….

  1. The calling cards…once allowed to decay a bit…should be very good for growing champion onions with a bit of decayed soot added.

    I’m not at all sure I should have liked to wake up to that spectacle….it would take a cup of Earl Gray before I started to appreciate them as I should.

  2. So why complain about having left Alsace ? You get storks on top of your cedar, the top of which makes a good landing site indeed, and enjoy the walks in the Languedocian countryside as you wrote in your previous post and sent beautiful pictures.
    Storks are superb fliers : my first glider flights in Morocco were often in company of these birds. We spiraled behind them at close range in the same thermals and to make sure we were not a near-miss they looked at us bending quickly their long neck underneath their body, sort of a glance in the rear-view mirror.
    .I flew yesterday, with some vultures but didn’t see any stork.: they don’t fly overhere and seem not to like mountains as frogs are probably more difficult to catch than in the plains.
    Anyway, good omens, spring is coming and they have choosen your garden for a rest, feeling they are almost at home in company of Alsace lovers !
    As for catching storks, beware of their long beaks !
    Papounet.

    • I think they understood that we are their allies; maybe they were planning to abduct me and fly me back to the Bruche valley to see my friends? Today they have gone (that’s Alsatian rigour and promptness for you) and have been replaced by the cedar’s next tenants: the Hoopoes are back, with their wild punky crests on their heads and stripy wings. There’s a whole world in the Cedar Tree Hotel….

  3. A bit of French sense of humor during this rainy day : I counted six storks on your cedar. As the Alsacian people use to sing, celebrating the Spring arrival :
    “Les 6 cognes sont de retour…” (to be sung with their typical accent, of Corse).
    If perplexed,, ask PF.
    What kind of birds are Hoopoes ?
    Papounet.

    • LOL! J n’avais pas vu l’astuce….. Funny!! Very clever, Papounet. YOu say “of Corse”…. as Napoleon said? ;-)Hoopoes are called “les huppes cedrées” or “les huppes fasciées” in French. They’re very funny birds.

    • I l was thrilled to see them – I love storks, because as Papounet has already pointed out, there are lots of them in the Alsace, and they nest all over the place there. I never had one in my garden, let alone an entire squad of them pottering around my tree!

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