In the winter in the middle zone, you can meet four dozen species of birds and more than three dozen species of mammals. They live, of course, in a dense forest, away from a man where they are rarely disturbed.
Pogozhimi in the mornings in the morning more often in the forest quietly, as if afraid, as though someone has not pulled, mutter red-billed blackcocks-kosachi begin to mumble. Our bird king – a bearded wood grouse, like a puffed turkey, with his wings down and fanning his tail, draws the first spring lines in the snow with hard feathery feathers, setting up his singing song.
The blue pigeons gossiped. They are increasingly abandoned in pairs by wintering flocks and fly away to find a place for a nest. Their males pranced, became more caring, gentle and attentive to their girlfriends. They are tuning their voices for the spring mood of crows and magpies. Now, free from feeding time, those and others spend on selected sites of their nesting, jealously driving away relatives from the occupied territory.
At the shore of the forest lake on a thick dry bough of a century old oak, close to the trunk and stretched out, sits an owl – a gray owl. It almost merged with the light bark of the tree. Her dark large eyes are secretly squinting. With their large ears hidden beneath the loose plumage, the bird from afar heard a rustle of snow under the skis of the person walking and now slowly and imperceptibly turns his head, vigilantly watching his movement. The bird rests after a night of hunting and warms itself in the warm rays of the sun. By the end of February and the Owl will announce the night darkness with spring screams.
Quiet and calm around. Trees stand as a wall, protecting the peace of forest inhabitants. This is their home.