Pokemon Deluge Training Account

registration of ways - by Indio

"For eighty million years birds across the heavens, beyond the mountains, flying over land and sea. Every spring they cover huge distances to reach the places in which to nest. And in the autumn flies back to back along the same routes. The story of migratory birds is the story of a promise, the promise of return. Billions of birds of different species each year, moving with the seasons: endless journeys, from continent to continent, from north to south, full of danger with a single purpose: to continue the cycle of life.

An endless flight, a flight of hope "from the movie

The Winged Migration, directed by Jacques Perrin (2002)

's almost ten o'clock at night and the wind finally calmed down a bit 'after the stormy day today. My sister leaves for a moment and tells me that they feel strange noises ... I go out now. By listening carefully, you hear a strange croaking, echoing around. It would seem strange birds that are roosting in the trees, somewhere ... Back at home and take the phone to memorize those lines, I go out again and took me to the center of the garden. I do not stop to look to the sky, because that's where the chorus of voices seems to come. Maybe I already know what it is ...

Clouds run quickly pushed by the wind, under the canopy of clear, geometric constellations. The song comes and goes, resonates in many directions, this gets more subdued now closer ...

look in the direction of the moon.

And here at last ... I suddenly to discover the moon is covered with a cloud and right there is a line nebula arrow-shaped, stands out in temporary space with light. It 'a vision of sublime beauty that is consumed in the immediacy of a moment. I can only photograph the scene with my eyes and store it in mind ...

The origin of that song has materialized in the perfect and symmetrical array of birds flying over me, in this part of the sky. They are the cranes, and has long, since I was a child, that I happened to witness this spectacle. Even in the darkness, I can still distinguish the formation in its passage between the whiteness of the clouds.
Rather than a straight line across the sky, flying over the village and out ... seem to want to explore the surrounding air in the valley. The choir that I had the good fortune to hear sounds to me as unusual, and seems to come from distant worlds.

E then over time the song fades into the darkness, leading the host of winged travelers to other skies and other lands ...