At night, a special squad of assault down from the mountains to the valley, to a surprise attack on an enemy position. Soldiers make their way into the thicket, preceded by some distance out Birdy, an expert in imitating the sound of birds, charged with establishing a look-forward position. After checking that the path clear for the attack, Corporal Birdy closes hands around his mouth, lips tight and emits the deep, plaintive wail of female owl in heat. Is the signal. But then, from the top of a branch, a male owl, attracted by the cries of the female sexual response to demand vigorous enthusiasm. Cape Birdy is perplexed and soldiers arrested their progress, confused by the duplication of messages whose overall meaning they generate a sea of \u200b\u200bdoubt. So spend hours and gradually takes the morning. The dark cloak of night changes color to appear everywhere as the first drops of dew. Comes the dawn, shrouded in mist, and members of the command still awaiting instructions, gently crouched in the grass, while the owl and the Birdy out we never talk about their stuff.
Text: Peter Smith. Image: Josep Vilaplana
