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Wood - is a world full of life. Living in the forest is not always shown the eye of
visitors. Hiding in burrows foxes, bunnies lurk behind the bushes, cowards. But if long forest walk in the spring, summer or early fall, you'll notice as simmering under the canopy of trees.
If you come to the forest in the morning, between the trees still standing whitish haze. The grass is wet with dew, and the trees shaken by the traveler a rain. In the dark woods. But the sun breaks through and illuminates lystyachko forest world. Birds happily greet the sun - because now they are not threatened hut night owl!
Birds begin their normal day twitter and singing. Bouncing along the branches carefree little Sinichka and Chyzhyk. Characteristically "squeaks" in my nest notable starling. Knocking on maple trunk woodpecker in a red cap. This workaholic extracts from the bark of trees for harmful insects. Somewhere in the midst of singing oriole - seemingly gentle sounds of flutes poured around.
Cunning red fox hiding in the hole when he heard the steps of a man who walks the forest. You go by yourself and sit on the trunk halyavyntsi old birch. And observe what is happening around. That oak leaf dropped her from unripe acorns. Here's an ant crawling gum sheet, is home crushed strawberries. Wild bee buzzing above the meadow. So, somewhere near the old hollow, her home.
And suddenly you notice on halyavyntsi by hawthorn bush hare hare. Quietly hiding little hare, even nestled ears. I think that it is not visible, so it merges well with light-brown branches. Gets up and walks to tiptoe animal. But it should have gone, just a little shaken branches. Was bunny? Or prymaryvsya?