grzęda angļu valodā:

chickens always come home to roost

What do we do going forward as a country and as citizens in relationship to the world’s worst places, the world’s worst suffering, killers, and the kinds of killersthat could come home to roost sometime in the future?

A sparrow perched on the windowsill waiting for some bread crumbs.

The house was perched on the edge of a cliff

The bird perched in an oak tree.

we could see the whole town from our perch on the hill

They return to the perch after their agile twisting.