My wife and I had quite a surprise at breakfast today, when we were watching a cat outside our house and a fox suddenly came out from the woods. The cat’s strategy was clear: Get as high up as you can and try to look as big and dangerous as possible. And the strategy worked, the fox left and there was no fighting. Picture taken through the kitchen window.
Tiny drops of water from the waterfall Vøringsfossen creating a cloud rising from the bottom of the canyon, more than a hundred meters below. The picture was taken last Sunday, on our way home from Bergen.
The spring is here, and many birds are looking for a new home. I try to help them a little by putting up some accomodation. I had larger birds in mind for this house, but the nuthatch could hardly wait till I had taken my ladder away before he moved in. Here he’s admiring the view from his new house. I call him Zorro because of his black mask, of course.
I love baking bread. Working with the dough, sensing the beautiful smell from the oven filling the house, patiently waiting, and then the reward. Home-baked bread, still warm inside, with blackcurrant jam. Mmmm.