On one of my recent solo cycling trips to the beach, when I still had my old green bike. I witnessed an interesting scene so I immediately took my cellphone out of my bag and started taking pictures.
I saw from a distance that migratory birds were moving ahead in large numbers.
It was extremely exciting and pleasant to see these birds over the endless blue sea and in the azure sky. I am glad that I was able to watch them enter this area, and I welcomed them in my heart. I know they will land over the Jokandan lagoon (Talesh, Gilan, North of Iran) in a few minutes, a habitat that is likely to house a large number of migratory birds.
Their main enemy is the hunters who make enormous money from capturing wild birds and are not willing to give up this dirty income in any way. And a government willing to turn a blind eye probably to have a share of the big bucks under the table, remaining silent facing this horrible crime against wildlife.
Oh gosh! How easily the passionate moment of the arrival of these guests suddenly became bitter and dark. I wish it wasn't like this … I wish it was just a watery, quiet, and cozy lagoon waiting for their presence. Or maybe some people who were there to watch and admire them with binoculars from a distance.
And the sound of firing shoots won’t harm the pure and pragmatic existence of nature…
