On the Reverbed Trigno

On the Reverbed Trigno

On the slopes of Monte Capraro was bornĀ  the river, The Trinius for the ancients. Along the way, now quiet now impetuous, it collects the water of numerous tributaries and forms the border between Molise and Abruzzo.

Here the vegetation is lush

In dense forest of fir trees, above which the Red Kite seems to twirl free as if it was in Heaven. Tangled in the reeds and tall grass where, like a chameleon, the Mallard is camouflaged, with its colorful brown feathers.

On the riverbed, green clouds, dotted with yellow inflorescences, pleasantly scented, is the willow with its long branches, falling and swaying. The foliage becomes large and round ideal retreat dell’Airone Cenerino that, in its majestic flight, catches up with slow, deep wing beats.

Then around the Poplars.

The twiligh arrives on which the squat shape of the Night Heron is drawn.

 

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