@brittarnhild
Last night I went to a friend´s birthday party. I came home around midnight, got a ride home with one of the other women there, she stopped down the main road behind our house and I walked the few meters up the small hill, in through the gate to our garden. It was then I heard the sound, the sound of hundreds of geese. One in the lead honking eagerly.....does the goose honk or whay? First one, then more, then a lot answering as they came closer. Soon the air was filled with the noise. A lamppost made some light agains some low white clouds, and all of a sudden I saw the first plow, flying just over my heads.
Three years ago the migrant birds passed our house on my birthday, at the very same hour as my guests arrived. You can read about it here. One year ago we followed the migrating swans and geese in Iceland. Last night, as we set our watches on summer time, I was outside at midnight, an hour when I "always" sleep, and there they were. The migrant birds.
I have a special "signs of the seasons"-notebook. I will write in it today. And I have a stack of migrant bird books, William Fiennes The Snow Geese, Scott Weidensaul´s Living on the Wind, Across the Hemisphere with Migratory Birds, and Edwin Way Teale´s North with Spring.
Happy Sunday.
If you want me today, you´ll find me with my nose in a book.
Photos: from Iceland April last year
