this morning / an’t no storks in Serbia

as we reached a crossroads in the heart of the forest, we took the lonely path that radiates creepiness in the hours just before dawn. I noticed anomaly in the behavior of my dog, English bullterrier, as he was interested in exploring and wandering around more than he ever was. he was off-leash and almost lost me so finally he came upon running all tensed and dropping into the state of relaxation immediately when we reunited. as we proceeded for about fifty more yards I noticed spooky sounds coming from down the trail. it appeared as if someone was hitting a tightly strung wire and firstly it sounded like a spinning whoosh. for a minute I opted whether to proceed or not but motivated by what I imagined to be a daring and courageous spirit of General GA Custer I did. I calmed myself down because it appeared to me that it must have been a ranger doing some work early on. yet as we were coming closer, I felt spookiness in the situation was intensifying and noise was becoming louder as if a timber was being chopped with a small size axe. I was still sure I was going to meet a man cutting tree in the woods. the sound was about several times louder than what the bird like woodpecker would be making and different. when we came about 15 yards away, I caught a very brief glimpse of a large white bird like a swan or stork taking off for the sky at once while breaking branches in its quick ascension as if they were small time twigs. it was producing intermittent calls as if it was in distress by being caught by surprise and the scene was so overpowering that I could have not even looked at the location we were passing - and for some reason I thought if I behave as if nothing was going on and don't look, I will keep my composure, but at the same time I was completely aware of everything and shivers are now running down my side and my upper legs when I start to immerse and think about it again. for some reason I think it is important to say that I had a white appearing close-fitting Nike training pants and that my English bullterrier was 95 percent white except for the eyepatch; and for that one brief moment there were only three white objects appearing there among the endless variations of dark gray. as if whatever it was, the being, perceived our predominant color and turned itself white, however, there are no swans nor storks in Belgrade, Serbia, anyway; not by a long shot.

P.S.: within the last month, up to 20% of all trees in the Byford’s Forest in Belgrade was cut down and I cannot refrain myself from thinking what if someone similarly reduced the Fairmount Park in Philadelphia without afforesting. was that for any recent paranormal activity? needless to say, comparing FP to BF is like comparing huge forest to a twig and BF is the only thing we have around, no other green oasis for miles.

P.S.S.: this morning prior to entering on a trail as described above I noticed a hole by a freshly cut stump, it can be seen in the photograph enclosed herewith. I wonder what was in it hidden by the tree? how many gold and silver coins were in this once-in-a-lifetime discovery?!