On a May day, I walked along the lakeshore. I stopped to take a little rest and a look around. Suddenly, a quick bird with a colorful plumage came out of the reed bed. A male bluethroat got on a dry reed stem, looked around like an owner, then began to sing loudly, sonorously, jumping from reed to reed vigorously and threateningly puffing up its feathers. Probably a female was sitting on the nest incubating the eggs... After taking a few pictures I hurried to leave the bird site.
Mikhail Gavrikov