From above we see you burn, I see you burn and die slowly. Everything that once lived for millions of years is now falling and disappearing. For now it's the smoke that prevents us from seeing what's happening there, in the lung of the Earth, in the heart of this hell, but we can imagine it.
Along the grasslands of the Eurosiberian mountains lives a non-migratory species, easily recognizable by its small tail, its round body and its characteristic way of flying by combining the movement of its wings with aerodynamic displacements in the air. This is the grey partridge.
Shakespeare makes several references about this bird, such as Autolycus in The Winters Tale. Referring to the robbery habits by the red kite when building their nests. Learn more about this specie in #ShortStories #DecisiveMoments.