Tale 71 told by Ania on 28.11.2000
Nesting season

The lighthouse keeper came here the other day, worn out and with huge, 
blue pouches under his eyes.  He didn't seem like he got a good nights 
sleep lately, no.  He left shortly, refreshed by the strong ale, and was 
firm determined to drive away "those darn shrieking flying creatures", 
as he put it.  No wonder they're making such a noise, isn't the middle of 
their nesting season now...?