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.
Finally… a warm day! Woke up to sunshine and the sound of happy birds singing on Sunday morning. Had to go out right away and take a long walk in the morning sun. Breakfast had to wait. Too bad the picture can’t give you the sound of the birds and the smell of the forest.
This wonderful Prince of the forest passed our kitchen window today while my wife and I were having breakfast. He gave me the impression of something holy, a perfect creature from Paradise, alert, but still so graceful, dignified and calm.
The temperature at night is still below zero, and the breeze still has a touch of winter in it. But when the sun blesses us with its warmth and the nature suddenly turns from grey and brown to sparkling green… it feels like it must be spring.
This wonderful oak tree – called “Den gamle mester” (The old master) has been protected since 1914. I wonder how many times it has felt winter turn into spring. And what stories it could tell, had it been able to speak.
I thought it looked particularly great when we passed it on our way home after a splendid National day celebration.
The weather was perfect this year! Here’s my wife and my two daughters in their traditional costumes, on their way to watch the children’s parade.
(You can read more about our National day here, if you’re interested.)