Storks

I saw a storks in three towns in Hungary and Slovakia. At least two of the three nests had babies, which were difficult to photograph. Only rarely did they poke their heads out, and only once, in one blurry photo, do they show up. But I took a few videos too, and they appear in this one. Why does this little clip give me joy? It has to do with the many sounds, the watchfulness of the parent stork, the squirminess of the young, the messy grandeur of the nest, and the entire scene. Also, I stood there for a long time; when something gets you to pause like that, it makes a mark on you. Even the pausing itself makes a mark.