HANNA'S WALK

When nature comes close…

When the weather is grey and misty it’s nice to choose a path where nature comes close.
A winding path along a lake is always worth a walk.
The water attracts the bird life and among birch trees and shrubs, I find a large flock of blue tits and other small birds.

They look cute, the blue tits. The birds look like they are wearing dark glasses. They are very fast and always on guard.
That is why I can not show you any photos of my favorites 🙂
The blue tits always make me laugh. Lovely birds!

A lake is the landscape’s most beautiful and expressive feature.
It is earth’s eye; looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature.
Henry David Thoreau

“We buy havens for Denmark’s birds”.
This is how the Bird life Fund and the Danish Ornithological Society present their lovely information material about the nature reserve Vaserne at Furesø and they are doing a remarkable job out there.
I did a wonderful walk from Holte to Birkerød on a stormy day. A haven for people too.

 

Fuglevaernsfonden
DOF

Lighthearted Birds

On my walk towards the sea today, I heard the skylark and the lapwing. The larks song was persistent, and suddenly it flew quite close to me. I think the bird was frolicsome 🙂
All the birds were busy. Buzzards gathered, and rose on thermals while their screams mingled with ravens and crows.
On my way home I even heard the yellow hammer.

March! March! March! They are coming
In troops to the tune of the wind.
Redheaded woodpeckers drumming,
Gold – crested thrushes behind;
Sparrows in brown jackets, hopping
Past every gateway and door;
Finches, with crimson caps, stopping
Just where they stopped before.
March! March! March! They are slipping
Into their places at last. . .
Literature white lily buds, dripping
Under the showers that fall fast;
Buttercups, violets, roses;
Snowdrop and bluebell and pink,
Throng upon throng of sweet posies
Bending the dewdrops to drink.
March! March! March! They will hurry
Forth at the wild bugle sound,
Blossoms and birds in a flurry,
Fluttering all over the ground.
Shake out your flags, birch and willow!
Shake out your red tassels, larch!
Grass blades, up from your earth – pillow.
Hear who is calling you. . . March.

Lucy Larcom, March

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