Now spring is here!
The Sea Stallion of Glendalough, the 30 meter long warship, is launched tomorrow, April 14th.
Can you imaging the viking sails appear in the horizon?
What an impressive sight that must have been.
Boat members will start the launch at 10 am
The Sea Stallion From Glendalough, approx. 13 pm
The newly built Teinæring is named and launched at 14 pm
Years ago in a secret place of the forest, Nørreskoven I incidentally looked up in a tall tree and there it was, an owl looking down at me from a big nesting box.
One day after a storm the nesting box lay shattered on the ground. Today I’m showing a new friend one of my favourite spots and I told her about the owl.
There’s a new place for nest-seeking owls but owls wasn’t what we saw.
Look for yourself:
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.
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.
When all the other trees are bare,
Why do those last few oak leaves cling up there
under the cold blue sky?
Don’t they know when to die?
And to think: after the long freeze,
when warmth revives and fills these empty trees
with the green stuff of spring,
they’ll still be lingering,
brown, withered, and grotesquely curled,
with their dry whispers from another world.
Leaves, cling where you grew!
Maybe I’ll hang on too.
Survivors by Richard Moore