Rukkivarblased

Rukkivarblased ehk punaselg-õgijad. Noored ja iseseisva elu alguses. Vanalind küll jälgis neid aeg-ajalt, aga ei sekkunud. 

Red-backed shrike, Lanius collurio, pikkulepinkäinen

 

Surm külateel. Death on the village road.

Lõopistriku vanalind hüüab meeleheitlikult puu otsas. Miks ometi? Kas keegi on häirinud teda, kas keegi on ohtlik? Aga ei... Hoopis nutab, nutab ja nutab. Tema tibu lamab surnult tee peal. Teised kaks noorlindu istuvad vaikides, pead norus, eemal ja kuulavad ema nuttu. Miks on nende lõbus mänguhimuline kaaslane äkki nii vait? Miks ei tee ta enam nendega lennuharjutusi?

See oli tõeliselt kurb vaatepilt. Miks oli lõopistriku poeg hukkunud? Ainuke seletus, mida oskasin mõelda, et ta oli saanud autolt löögi. Aga kuidas ja mismoodi, ei oska öelda. Kas istus ta tee peal ja ei jõudnud ära lennata piisavalt kiiresti, sest ta alles õppis lendamiskunsti või lendas ta viimasel hetkel auto eest läbi, aga ei jõudnud kiiremini? Või istus ta oksa peal ja hoopis mõni suur auto kihutas talle otsa? Ma tean ainult seda, et sel teel inimesed autoroolis vajutavad pigem gaasi, sest nii äge on ometi ju kurvisel kruusateel itsi anda, nii et kivid lendavad. Ja selle arvelt nõrgemad kaotavad. Elu. 

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Eurasian hobby is calling desperately on a tree. But why? Is there someone who is threatening or something dangerous, someone who is disturbing her? But no ... She is crying, she can't stop crying. Her little one is lying on the road dead. Other two youngsters sitting near, silently, their heads low. They are listening their mother cries. Why their funny playmate is suddenly so quiet? Why doesn't he come and exercise flying with them anymore?

It was a truly sad sight. Why was the little hobby dead? Only explanation I could give is that he was killed by a car. But how, I don't know. Was he sitting on the road and couldn't fly off so quickly because he was just learning to fly? Or was he sitting on a tree and there was an impact by some big vehicle? All I know that some people, while driving a car on this road, don't hesitate to accelerate. It is so nice, after all, to make little rocks fly and to press on as much as possible on a little curved road. But smaller creatures lose by this account. Their life. 

 

 

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