THE CHILDREN OF THE FISHERMAN

As always, as the morning comes, the sea sits still with its mysterious quietness, and the fishermen walk off into the deep blue water.



I enjoy knowing where my food comes from. I like seeing the fisherman coming out of the water carrying fish in their hands. I take pleasure in walking by the shore and seeing fish and crabs moving about.



About a week ago, coming back from our usual lunch place,



there seemed to be special commotion at the beach. It was a weekend so there was more people than there usually are at the beach, especially children, and one could hear them screaming in a mixture of excitement and fear.

Before long we realized the sky was covered with huge birds that flew up and down diving into the water hunting for fish.



The children were playing in the water, alternating between jumping up in excitement and going into the water as birds approached.

As we reached the end of the beach we saw that a group of fishermen returning with some fresh fish and understood the reason for the birds.



The fishermen were standing at the edge of the water cleaning the fish



and preparing to take them to the nearby restaurants to sell them.





The children of the fishermen oscillated between the calm knowledge and understanding of the sea, that comes from growing up in the ocean,




and fear of the huge birds that kept swooping down trying to steal their fish.





The general sense of elation was contagious and before I knew it I too was overwhelmed by the amount of birds in the sky and wanted to jump in the water and play.

It is nice when a flock of hungry birds is reason enough for laughter and joy on a saturday afternoon.