Birds

A Wonderful Tree Performance

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The wood shavings sprinkled over me from the tall fir trees. Every time I stood still and looked up, everything became still.
After a short time it sounded like this: Chop, chop, chop, chop, and then I noticed the woodpecker sitting in the firs.*
Today is the first real day of spring! A wonderful ‘tree show’ and the sweet sound of woodpeckers. Whoopee! 😊

My own picture, with the two woodpeckers, appears in ‘Bevar Møllen ved Stampen‘, June 2015. The second image of ‘Den Store Flagspætte’, Dendrocopos major, is generated using AI.

It is believed that when you hear the call of a woodpecker, it is a message from nature urging you to be aware of the opportunities and changes happening in your life.

Having wood shavings sprinkled over me is an exquisite sign 🎈😎

*My picture of the woodpecker today wasn’t good enough, so I chose my old picture from 2015. Woodpeckers have a thing for moving 😂

A Brush with Seduction

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Generated by Adobe Firefly at my prompts

Forget Don Juan, Kierkegaard, and Casanova – I have been seduced. By whom, you ask? None other than artificial intelligence, the smooth-talking robot of the digital age. Are you still intrigued? Stay tuned, because this story involves prompts, paintings, and a touch of humour.
You see, I have a soft spot for watercolor illustrations. So naturally I turned to artificial intelligence to conjure up the perfect image of a Black Woodpecker, Dryocopus martius. Seems simple enough, right? Wrong.
No matter how I worded my directions, the AI seemed fixated on the pileated woodpecker. I tried and I tried again, only to end up with a bizarre hybrid that looked more like Woody Woodpecker than anything else. Talk about a plot twist!
And just like that, I found myself in a dilemma. How could I justify showcasing an advanced hybrid woodpecker on my blog as a Black Woodpecker? The answer? I couldn’t. But wait, who can resist the charms of a Woody Woodpecker look-alike?
Now I sit and think: does AI know me? Does it remember that I once spun a ridiculous yarn about catching catfish? Imagine this: sailing out to sea, whistling a tune, and bonking a catfish on the head with a club. Ridiculous, right? Yet AI and I somehow seem to be cut from the same cloth – prone to tall tales and whimsical adventures.
But maybe it’s time to reassess my urges and steer clear of the seductive allure of AI. After all, there’s only so much trouble you can get into before throwing in the towel. 😊

Quiet Please!

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Quiet Please!

The Silence of Nature on a Spring Evening.

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The path winds between lakes. Sky hastingly changing colour. A swan moves through the water looking for bread?
I realize I’m not breathing. I want to remember the sounds of nature.
The mournful whistle of the Bullfinch. Ducks chatter quietly. Tit birds are chirping high up in the trees.
The sounds of nature on a spring evening.

Birding

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I saw oystercatcher and lapwing. And lots of sea birds as well. An amazing place for birds to take a break and a lovely spot for people to watch and relax 🤗

Birds in the Afterglow

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Water Life and Flowers

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Springtime, The first anemones – 1889
Danish Painter: H.A. Brendekilde 1857-1942
Wikimedia Commons

Rain and Luxuriance

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Rejoice, it’s been raining. Insects are buzzing and the birds are happier than ever.

Now summer is in flower and natures hum 
Is never silent round her sultry bloom 
Insects as small as dust are never done 
Wi’ glittering dance and reeling in the sun 
And green wood fly and blossom haunting bee 
Are never weary of their melody 
Round field hedge now flowers in full glory twine 
Large bindweed bells wild hop and streakd woodbine 
That lift athirst their slender throated flowers 
Agape for dew falls and for honey showers 
These round each bush in sweet disorder run 
And spread their wild hues to the sultry sun …
–  John Clare, June

I love insects

Furesøen

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The inner – what is it?
if not intensified sky,
hurled through with birds
and deep with
the winds of homecoming.
Rainer Marie Rilke

Furesøen is Denmark’s deepest lake and a wonderful natural area.
Opposite Næsseslottet, grebes have found their favourite nesting area.
The birds are busy courting each other by shaking their head and bowing in an advanced mirror dance.

Silk-Stocking Gents

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On my way to the grocery I met these brave silk-stocking gents posing in the frost and snow.