Üks pisike aga kuri lind. Liikusime rahulikult mööda Räpina poldri põlluteid kui järsku kuulsime kõva sädistamist. Seesama põõsalind istus üsna meie lähedal oksa peal ja muudkui pahandas. Kui me liikusime edasi, siis ei jäänud ka tema maha. Ju tal olid siis fotograafidega kehvad mälestused.
One tiny but angry bird. We were moving slowly on the small roads of Räpina polder as we once heard a loud chirping. This same Whitethroat sat quite near on the branch and did nothing but yelled at us. As we moved along, he did not stay behind. I guess he had bad memories with the photographers.
One tiny but angry bird. We were moving slowly on the small roads of Räpina polder as we once heard a loud chirping. This same Whitethroat sat quite near on the branch and did nothing but yelled at us. As we moved along, he did not stay behind. I guess he had bad memories with the photographers.
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