'Do you think the humans realize we're judging them?'

The storks stood like statues among the tall grasses, their elegance almost otherworldly. One tilted its head slightly, as if pondering some profound question about the universe—or perhaps just deciding whether I was worth its attention. The interplay of their vivid blue-black plumage against the white feathers seemed almost too perfect, like a deliberate brushstroke on nature’s canvas. Their red legs stood out sharply against the green backdrop, a reminder that even in stillness, they carried an air of quiet defiance. The surrounding vegetation swayed gently in the light breeze, but these birds remained unfazed, as if time moved differently for them. Watching them felt like being let in on a secret I couldn’t quite grasp.