I have no heavy training... Barely Elementary School. Preferred the wilderness, it became my university, but I got muddy boots and experience instead of School knowledge so my English was therefore quite inadequate. This blog is a project to improve my skills in English language.
We all have our own universe, welcome to visit mine.
years I have spent quite a bit of time with sleeping wolves. Both in the wild
and in zoos. A great benefit I received both through work in various game
projects and through own studies. It's an experience I treat everyone who likes
wolves. It gives peace and tranquility to the soul and provides useful time for
reflection. Genuine quality time!
nineties I worked with a transmitter-supplied female wolf that became almost
world famous, at least in Sweden. Of the locals she got the name - Ylva. She is
probably still the wolf that has the greatest place in my heart, a fantastic
personality that gave me several unique experiences during the years we got
several unsuccessful attempts to anaesthetize the wolf and replace her
transmitter, which was extremely important because our project was dependent on
it functioning, I examined the possibility of sneaking at her when she sleeps.
Something that most people considered to be crazy and totally meaningless
because wolves are so incredibly vigilant and shy animals.
of 5 june 1991 I got my chance. The radio signal revealed that the wolf slept
in the middle of a small marsh, she had been at rest for some hour and only
lifted her head a few times to check that everything was calm in the
surroundings. I approached very carefully, moving a toe at a time… at least
figuratively speaking. Every meter I advanced got to take a lot of time. When
after an hour I had the wolf lying just 17 meters away, it was enough. I had
more than proven that it could be possible to access her in this way.
a marsh a summer morning with a deeply sleeping wild wolf next door was a
strange experience. Suggestive and present at the same time. The wolf had made
herself a soft and comfortable sleeping pit deeply submerged in the bog, the
only thing I saw of her was a little fur and the right ear.
that she would at any time notice my presence and rush from the place, but the
minutes went by and nothing happened. In the end I started to worry. She didn't
move, had she died? I started talking a little low ... no reaction. I raised
the voice ... no reaction. In the end, I coughed dry, like the wolf's warning
sound, and a fraction of a second later, I looked straight into the eyes of a
very new awake wolf. (she didn't even comb herself)
of a second later she rushed off and first stopped about a hundred meter away to
look at me again and probably ask herself, what the hell happened…
with an extremely skilled shooter and colleague, we succeeded later that
summer, on the third attempt, to sneaking us on the wolf as she slept, anaesthetize
her and replace the transmitter.
I'm a bad
blogger. The ambition is to blog regularly, but the reality has turned out to
be something completely different. Days pass, weeks pass, even months disappear
before I have plotted something new on the blog. Unfortunately, that is the
grim truth. I do not know if it helps to promise fine and improvement but here
at least a summary of what has happened since last ...
wolf tracking was not what I expected. Not so many wolves to track, mostly a
tiring search along poor forest roads. There were thousands of km in car,
terribly boring! I was hoping for puppies in Kockohonka territory but found
none. Just before Christmas, I tracked the alpha pair that crossed the border
and disappeared into Norway. The next contact with the alpha male was right
after the Christmas holidays and then on a new site 30 km to the south, far
from Kockohonka territory. There he went with a new female. What happened
between 18 and 27 December, we will probably never know.
between the lynx tracks it was sparsely. Found no female with young, only a few
eagle work in the spring, however, became a more positive experience. Very good
weather and good success with the work means that with excitement, I look
forward to several visits to eagle's nests at the end of the month. Just don't
hope that the cold weather we have right now, with rain, north wind and wet
snow, is causing problems.
At the end
of February, we took a week off and visited Madeira. It can be recommended!
Nice climate, very sympathetic people and an exciting nature. Walking along the
island's “levadas” is a balm for the soul. Maybe I write a little more about
the week's experiences in blog post in the future.
it suddenly became early summer! 20-25 degrees and lukewarm south winds. Nature
literally exploded with greenery, before winter was suddenly back in early May,
with snow, hail and freezing temperatures. We at least enjoyed the weather as
long as it lasted and got time with this year's first kayak trip on mirror-shiny
prefer wilderness in front of urban sites, there are some capitals that go
directly to my heart, Dublin is one of them. With its mild coastal climate, it
is a nice destination even in the winter. We were there a January week, a few
was a little worn, the bathroom door couldn't close, the view not directly
captivating and a ice-pail on the table next to our table, caught the
water dripping from the ceiling in the breakfast room ... Charming! The hotel
was simple but at the same time very affordable! There was nice reception and
central location. We loved it!
impossible to miss where the dark stout Guinness comes from, it characterizes
the whole city. Are ubiquitous. A heavenly kingdom for those who appreciate the
drink as the undersigned does. If you visit Dublin, you must not miss the Guinness Storehouse. A fantastic museum that tells
you everything you want to know about the iconic stout, at seven packed floors!
The city center
is no bigger than you can easily discover it on foot, but there are of course
several different companies with Hop on Hop of buses, if it is preferable. In
addition to museums, whiskey distilleries and other cultural events, there are
several fine parks. St. Stephens Green is one of them. A small oasis in the
middle of the city with lush greenery, statues, ponds and a rich bird life.
Fearless robins sing from bushes and fences.
Temple bar area is
another must. Charming district full of good pubs and restaurants. Many pubs
have live music in the evenings, an atmosphere of Ireland at its best.
Värmland has got a new nature reserve, Päggonätto, so our landscape now has 200
nature reserves! It lies furthest north in the county next to the Norwegian
border and is an extensive marsh area located on a height plateau about 600
msl. An exciting wilderness where you have the chance to experience both golden
eagles, willow grouse and siberian jay. In winter, you will often find tracks
of three of the big predators, wolves, lynx and wolverine.
names in the area as; Havda, Hojka, Pottmäk and Rajsk suggest that burn-beating
had previously occurred in the area, perhaps once the marshland was used for
mowing. In that case, they had miles of view during work, north of the Trysil
mountain and other mountain masses.
eastern slope of Pottmäk, around the old Nygårdssätern (mountain pasture),
older lush spruce forest grows with large elements of deciduous trees. This
part of the area has an unusually rich flora. Parts of the old manor houses can
be found inside the forest.
between Sweden and Norway is a clear delimitation of the reserve in the north.
It has been
a long time since forest workers lived in remote huts in the forest. Nature
recovers what man has previously created, moss beds softly in tired forest
workers' beds. A ragged gable on a rotten dwelling, an eye up to the vault of
Barentsburg (Баренцбург) is a Russian mining town, 55 km west of Longyearbyen
in Svalbard. The company town was founded as a Dutch mining town in the 1920s
but was sold in 1932 to the Soviet Union. Today, about 400 people live here,
most of them with roots from Ukraine.
is a mixture of old mining houses, industrial premises associated with the coal
mine, and much more modern buildings.
guide, who in English with clear Russian accent seems to enjoy scaring the shit
out of American tourists, is an otherwise happy and jovial person who with
great knowledge and empathy tells about life in the village. He is only forced
to silence at times, when a fully loaded mine truck with a deafening roar is
pounding by. The stories feel Russian, the atmosphere feels Russian. The house,
which was solemnly marked with 1958, was built in 1952 ... but the carpenters
did not find number two, so they took the figure that felt most like it, it had
to become an eight instead. Wonderfully!
Pub & Brewery is located on the main street in Barentsburg. For a long time,
it was the world's northernmost brewery, but when Longyearbyen opened its
brewery, they became, with very little margin, the world second-most
northernmost ... The brewery manufactures its beer on pure glacier water and
is, according to the guide, fantastic quality, a must try. If any of us were
craving for stronger drinks, the pub also had it, but he strongly advised not
to try their local special drink, called; "see you tomorrow"
We have a
beautiful winter, enough cold and just enough with snow so far. Have long been
able to trudge in snow when I track wolves, especially in dense forests, but
now the snow depth is starting to become troublesome, so skis become a better
It is a
pleasure to work in harmony with the seasons, where light and weather control
the work. Being almost daily in nature, in good weather or in bad, is a
privilege. It really makes you feel present in the moment, in life.
feels on the skin; the light feels in the soul. All the senses interact.
Fragrance in winter is usually subtle, perhaps just as a clue about an
approaching snowfall. The taste of hot broth, on the other hand, is highly
evident, it gives pure joy to a cold and tired body. In the extension of the
wolf tracks, ravens are heard from a distance, a life has ended as food for
evenings lately have been seductively beautiful. Ending a successful working
day is pure euphoria, if it happens to the sound of rustling skis and in the
direction straight into the sunset.
night at Bar Teatral in Karlstad, lots of good beer and live performances by
Monte Nour and Jennie Abrahamson. Monte Nour was first out and a whole new
acquaintance, feeling unsure of what I liked about his music, probably needs to
listen more to grasp it.
Jennie, on the other
hand, I'm absolutely sure! Great as usual! It's the first time I experience her
alive and was not disappointed. She started with - To the water! A song about fanaticism of all sorts - and
unfortunately very current in our time…
The first time I saw Jennie was on
television. A lonely girl with some instruments and a very unbelievable vocal
voice. She played her Snowstorm! On Friday I heard it again. Still loving it.
Jennie is sometimes compared with Kate
Bush, something she herself, for many years did not really agree with. We
received a long story before she performed - Running up that hill, as a tribute
to Kate Bush. The song was taken from a tribute concert she performed together
with Gothenburg Symphony.
In Sweden, Jennie is not particularly
famous ... strange! But it seems to be a girl who wants to decide most of
herself, not so commercial, independent. I like that! However, she has made 5
world tours with Peter Gabriel. Not so bad. Not bad at all!
The cold is
spreading rapidly across the country and the landscape is adorned with frost
work. A wonderful time to work in the wilderness. No mosquitoes or other
nuisances, only cold that bite you a little bit refreshing in your nose and
landscape is almost silent, only filled with weak subtle sound of falling frost
stars, crunchy thin ice, a calling raven on long distance or the delightful
small silver bells from a passing flock of waxwings from the north.
changing from summer - so infinite much to catch up with - to
calm and reflection. Take care of time, enjoy, for Christmas is soon here with
all that it means of twinkling candles, Christmas songs and ho ho ho's.
morning. A few degrees of minus, the winter knocks on the door.
calendar shows October 1 and a new thoughtful saying. This week; Better a bird
in your hand than a gull shit in your hair ... hmm, that was wise! ...
It has been
almost two years since I last wrote something on the blog. I lost my desire,
lacked inspiration and was frustrated by developments in the world. Both
environmentally and politically. We all live on a truly wonderful amazing
planet, yet we manage to do so much to destroy it. The madness is rude!
At a time
when the fires burn again in Mordor, it's hard to be happy and to be positive,
but deflating does not make any difference either! We must find power to fight
and, in between, have as much fun as we can!
When I look
at my newly purchased key ring, I'm feel happy. The experiences of amazing days
in Grenoble, Lumbin and St Hillaire du Tuvet have recharged the batteries with
new power. Coupe Icare is a festival for anyone who enjoys flying or flying
Icarnaval won the “chat perché” in the paragliding solo class. If I understood
correctly, Chat Perche is the French name for children's play, catch up.
is here - with high clear air - Enjoy and take care - Good things happen
everywhere…. Okay, I should stop now ... I understand ... Yepp… Ends here!
I suppose I´m some kind of caretaker for nature reserves (warden, ranger..?) who also works with environmental monitoring and endangered species. Tracker since the mid-eighties, mostly wolves and other predators, and assistant in various research projects with inventories and telemetry.