HANNA'S WALK

Sunken ancient roads and old bridges. I think it is fascinating to imagine what challenges people had in the old days when they travelled through the landscapes.

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People have been very exposed to all kinds of weather with the equipment they had back then. Passages through wetlands must have been very challenging.

Ellemosen is a wonderful marsh with a 2,800-year-old paved path, and a 5,200-year-old pile-built bridge, which today is hidden underwater.

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Now new paths have been established in the marsh, but for a completely different purpose. Birds and beavers are waiting for your visit.

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Far out in the marsh is a very nice and cozy hide in an old pumping station.

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Inside the hide, there are lots of information about what kind of birds you can see in the marsh.

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The picture on the right shows the 2,800 old paved path, and on the horizon Tibirke Church is seen as a small red dot.

DSC08167On my way towards Tisvilde Beach, I make a detour in the hills of Tibirke Bakker, up to a place called Udsigten, ‘the view’.
To the right, I see Arresø with Arrenæs and to the left a glimpse of Kullen’s ‘blue mountains’ in Sweden. In the middle of it all lies Holløse Bredning, the marsh.

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I continue my walk down to Skovkærsvej in the forest, Tisvilde Hegn and out to the sea.

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I can highly recommend a walk in this wonderful area ❤


On my way to the grocery a kind of cry from a duck attracts my attention. Beside the duck is a tree and up high is a tiny duckling wriggling itself out of a hole.
Suddenly it succeed and the duckling whirls through the air, to land dizzy and startled in the green grass.
Mother duck is in place with an urgent call. Five minutes later she walks proudly around in the grass with her ducklings. Mission accomplished 🙂

If You Have Ever Gone To The Woods With Me…

How I Go to the Woods, by Mary Oliver

Ordinarily I go to the woods alone, with not a single friend, for they
are all smilers and talkers and therefore unsuitable.

I don’t really want to be witnessed talking to the catbirds or hugging
the old black oak tree. I have my way of praying, as you no doubt have yours.

Besides, when I am alone I can become invisible. I can sit on the top of
a dune as motionless as an uprise of weeds, until the foxes run by unconcerned. I can hear the almost unhearable sound of the roses
singing.

If you have ever gone to the woods with me, I must love you very much.

This morning I watched the deer
with beautiful lips touching the tips
of the cranberries, setting their hooves down
in the dampness carelessly, isn’t it after all 
the carpet of their house, their home, whose roof
is the sky?
Why, then, was I suddenly miserable?
Well, this is nothing much.
This is the heaviness of the body watching the swallows
gliding just under that roof.
This is the wish that the deer would not lift their heads
and leap away, leaving me there alone.
This is the wish to touch their faces, their brown wrists –
to sing some sparking poem into
the folds of their ears.

then walk with them,
over the hills
and over the hills
and into the impossible trees.

This Morning I Watched the Deer, by Mary Oliver

An Endless Fountain of Immortal Drink

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:
Its lovliness increases; it will never
Pass into nothingness; but still will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing
A flowery band to bind us to the earth,
Spite of despondence, of the inhuman dearth
Of noble natures, of the gloomy days,
Of all the unhealthy and o’er-darkn’d ways
Made for our searching: yes, in spite of all,
Some shape of beauty moves away the pall
From our dark spirits. Such the sun, the moon,
Trees old and young, sprouting a shady boon
For simple sheep; and such are daffodils
With the green world they live in; and clear rills
That for themselves a cooling covert make
‘Gainst the hot season; the mid-forest brake,
Rich with a sprinkling of fair musk-rose blooms:
And such too is the grandeur of the dooms
We have imagined for the mighty dead;
An endless fountain of immortal drink,
Pouring unto us from the heaven’s brink.

A Thing Of Beauty by John Keats

Kapervogn, Jægersborg Dyrehave

Song on May Morning

Now the bright morning star, day’s harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose.
Hail, bounteous May, that dost inspire 5
Mirth, and youth, and warm desire!
Woods and groves are of thy dressing;
Hill and dale doth boast thy blessing.
Thus we salute thee with our early song,
And welcome thee, and wish thee long.
John Milton

The Death of a Badger

The badger is the largest predator in Denmark and can reach the age of 7 to 8 years.
We found this lovely badger dead on the railway tracks 3 days ago. Probably hit by the train in the early morning.
The badger is rather slow and noisy when looking for food, so it rarely captures healthy mammals and birds, but likes to take carrion.
It often find food within a range of 300-400 meters from the grave. The badger is a real troglodyte, who lives more than half his life down in the grave.
The badger gives birth to 2-3 cubs and raise them in the den. The cups are born in March, but they are not allowed to come out of the grave before May when they learn to seek feed together with their mother.

Sad end of a beautiful walk.

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The weather is cold and grey. The rain is pouring down. What’s the point in going outdoors? I did and if you go close enough you’ll see many colours, amazing shapes and birds.

Among plants and under sea survive lives;
Living beings under camouflage live ever
For security, hunting and survival safely
Wearing the attire Nature has provided!

Grasshoppers, birds, fish and plants live
With natural colours as protection forever!
Chameleons are something different though
Capable of changing colours as to situation!

Even seasons have colours for a change
Winter darkness, summer brightness,
Autumn brownness and spring greenness
Indeed are beautiful and inspiring all lives!

Refraction of colourless water reveals 7 hues
As seven colours of rainbow at the raining times!

An Attire Of Colours In Nature! by Ramesh T A

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