Mother Nature´s arms are made of tenderness and children sleep soundly in them. *I rephrased Victor Hugo´s quote to my image. I was driving down to my film work in Greece and saw thousands of Starling Birds flying over. I stopped my car, get out and saw her. I took her carefully, made heart massage, didn´t work...She died in my hands, giving the last breath of her life. I placed her carefully on a leaf and then the sunlight hit my Starling´s face. Magical moments in nature.