The beginning of spring is not observed by the weather, but by the duration of daylight hours. And exactly on the day of the spring equinox, Silva sang... Well, it seemed to her that she was singing. In fact, I wanted to bury her in a snowdrift for this. Especially when this happens indoor or on my arm under the ear.
To those who want to get a bird of prey for their own fun: This is another point that you should pay attention to. Birds of prey yell. They yell loudly, a lot, with pleasure.
Silva pounds me on the back and head not because of spring, but because of bad weather. She was urging me to feed her and walk back to the aviary as soon as possible, because it’s nasty on the street. She does not hit me with her talons, that is, she does not prey on me, but merely spurs me on without trying to injure me. Usually you don’t pay attention to it, but not this time, when there is a healing tattoo on my whole back, and the bird scrapes right against it.