I don't know about you, but there's a nursery rhyme familiar to all of us who are pushing forty about a cow that gets into the garden and eats the cabbages until the gardener manages to chase it away. There's another rhyme I remember from those days, "The stork is in the sky / The egg is in the pan." That's what we used to yell at the long-billed birds wheeling overhead on white wings back when we were kids in short pants and flower-printed petticoats. Storks are the harbingers of spring in Anatolia and are cherished accordingly. In spring when nature is reborn, newlyweds leave birdseed in front of their houses. If the storks eat it, it is believed a baby will be born to the couple. Tell me which how babies of our generation weren't brought by the stork?
FIVE EGGS AT MOST
These days storks are already beginning to take their places atop the Seljuk tombs at Seyitgazi, the high-voltage electricity pylons at Izmit, the minarets of the Artukid mosque at Harran , and the ruins of the ancient aqueducts at Selçuk. After sleeping off their weariness for a few days,