Since moving to Morocco last month, we have spent many hours contemplating the view from our third-floor perch. White storks often fly above the clay-tiled roofs, sometimes landing on nearby television antennas, where they exhibit a remarkable sense of balance in the fickle winds.
Like some fortunate humans, they are migrants, able to cross between Europe and Africa at will.
According to James Edward Budgett-Meakin, author of Land of the Moors: A Comprehensive Description (1901), “As a slayer of serpents the stork is held sacred, and if he fails to
return any year to his accustomed haunt, some evil is feared.”
In The Land of an African Sultan: Travels in Morocco (1889), Walter B. Harris wrote this about storks: “They are men, say the Moors, who have come from islands far away to the west, to see Morocco. Like all the world, they know there is no other land to compare to it, and so they even abandon their outward form of men to come and see it.”