| On philology, potatoes and construction. |
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Well, this is just my first approach to blog-writing. I want it to be the way to keep in touch with colleagues and friends.
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| New season |
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The weather changed today after some days of real summer. It was cloudy and slightly windy. Good weather to dig up potatoes. Those planted in March, ready to harvest. As usual, the wagtails come to the field as soon as the plough opens up the soil. This morning a hawk, usually very shy of people, also wanted to join the party and flew past the tractor probably because he spotted some mice (as I did too). Within the soil, something unusual, though not completely weird: a chicken egg. Even if some hens could get to the field from time to time, this looks more like a crow?s piece of work (stole an egg and buried it here). I cover the unbroken egg with some soil and keep picking up potatoes. In the sky, the first heron I see this year flies towards the meadows near the river.
Some events are unexpected, because you don?t see them every year, or don?t know when, if at all, are going to happen again this season.
The dog runs playing with the wagtails that he will never catch up with. As they did when I was a kid too, the little birds hop some metres up into the air and keep feeding on the recently opened soil. That?s what you expect and that?s what happens again and again. Despite the dog, no matter the weather, the wagtails keep coming every time the soil is opened up.
Some things never change.
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