'Under his wings'

When I Looked Out My Window at sunset, she was still there, a tall black silhouette against the orange horizon. I'd never seen a stork before. But that weekend I had a perfect view of one from my room in a little village in Germany. She (or perhaps, he) stood sernely still at the edge of her huge nest on top of the castle watchtower. The spot she chose couldn't have been more apropos. From her high perch, it looked as though she was watching over not only her nest but the entire village.

The next morning I eagerly went to my window again. She was still there, faithfully caring for her two little babies who had popped up from inside the nest.

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