@brittarnhild
Terje and I are spending the weekend at the cabin. Winter, but no snow, tough some very wet snowflakes are falling from time to time, but melt quite fast. Used as I am to a white world at this time of the year, the winter green nature fascinates me. Wet, lush in a kind of deep, sparkling green way, a few songbirds out even at this time of the year, days still short.
Inspecting the nest boxes is what we always do at this time of the year, before the birds start looking for a place to lay their new eggs. But look, what has happened to this box? To hole is way to big for a tit or a flycatcher! Who is the sinner? A squirrel? A woodpecker?
We have no idea. But as a pair of flycatchers come back here every years to breed, Terje changes the nest box with another one we have, with a hole the correct size.
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I had a bad fall in the wet, slippery snow just outside our cabin this morning. Hurt my left index finger badly, a finger which is essential when I knit. So here I am, updating blogs instead of knitting. So far today two other blogs have been updated:
Fløy en liten blåfugl - my birding journal
Med bøker på menyen - my reading journal
Britt Arnhilds dagboksblader - my online journal
Maskerade - my knitting journal