The Alpine Chough : free and happy

Once upon a time there was a black bird with a yellow beak and red feet who lived high in the mountains. Its call and aerial pirouettes accompanied those who penetrated the hostile territory of the peaks and pinnacles. It was once and it is still there, because the black plumage of the chough continues to cleave the air, making us dream and reassuring us when life seems to have deserted the border with the sky.

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