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Spring is always eariler at the cabin than at home. Situated in a southfaced hillside, on the western coast, the snow melts fast, nature wakes eariler. The birds know this, and these days, being in the cabin garden is like being inside a symphony.
I don´t know enough about birds. My father is the bird master, and when he is out here, he can tell the different types by their singing.
My most important knowledge is that I love their songs, their singing. They can wake me up at 3am, when the nordic May day is starting to fill with light. I try to stay awake to listen, but it turns out to be a perfect lullaby. The next thing I know I am awake again and it is morning.
I am sitting out in the middle of the symphony, a symphony of bird songs, a symphony of spring colours, reading William Fiennes The Snow Geese. Thank you Hanneke for recommending this book when I asked about suggestions for books about Migrant Birds.
By the way, Hanneke has a lovely blog about her travels in Northern Norway.
You find it here.
The Snow Geese.
So many different books in one.
The author travels from Texas up to the Arctic tundra, following the snow geese.
It is about the author´s way back to life after struggling with illness.
It is filled with information about migrant birds.
It is a travel tale.
I learn so much about migrant birds and their amazing lives.
I really had no idea!
By the way, going back and forth between the cabin and The House in the Woods these days, give us spring, my favorite season, twice :-)
