Hi my dear friends!
I started taking pictures again. I don't know why, but during the whole period of the occupation I could not bring myself to pick up a camera. Although, perhaps, it was necessary to film what was happening. After all, this is history. But I felt as if everything inside me had turned into a piece of ice. I did not want to move, to speak, any drop of energy required careful preservation. Even now, when we have been living a relatively normal life for almost two months now, I can't "thaw out" in any way.
Today the owl Buba became the object for photography. Many of you know Buba well. This little owl fell into a bucket of tar. He was washed and cured and even completely changed plumage, but, unfortunately, he could not fly. Since then, Buba has been living with us. He hates me. However, he hates everyone 馃榿
Throughout the occupation, my friend and I caught mice for him. Once I even took the mouse that the cat Fairy caught. Fairy was very puzzled. No cat has ever looked at me with such surprised eyes!
And what do you think? Do you think I deserve at least a tiny bit of gratitude? At least a little more affectionate look? No matter how! He keeps looking at me like I ate all those mice myself!
Nevertheless, Buba is a wonderful model. He constantly changes his posture and expression. If you do not know about his bad temper, you might think that this is a sweet, trusting bird. However, no matter what, we love him.