Forest

Host(s): my 2 grandsons of 3 and 4 years, our dog, my husband (photograph) and me (Carla Planzer-Campell)

We walked dressed with the special T-shirts to the described place with talking and a big curiosity, because my grandchildren didn’t know anything about the promised and so called “Firebirds”. There at the place I told my beloved grandchildren the story about the big secret of the firebirds. By telling the story I showed them the birds which I had produced the week before. They were completely surprised and I screamed my head off because of their joy. We played with the birds, laughed and caught them again and again. After an hour of playing we started to construct a dwarf’s house. Suddenly we had to stop because there was a hawk’s aerie. The birds couldn’t fly to their nest and feed their little ones. We heard their desperate crying. We grabbed everything and left the special place. A little bit later and a couple of meters away we turned our look and watched the return of the hawks to their nest. We felt the big joy and relief of these wonderful birds of prey and the silence of nature and its gratefulness for our respect. We felt nature’s love for us and we returned this wonderful feeling from the depth of our heart to her. My grandchildren talked the whole afternoon, evening and the following day about their experience with the firebirds and especially about the hawk family. As an aftermath, they painted the firebirds and talked proudly about their experience to their parents.