Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Mon, October 01, 2018 12:15:10
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!
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Tue, November 29, 2016 16:17:34
to develop proficiency in English continues. I have previously read; How to Be
a Woman by Caitlin Moran, and loved it. When I strolled around in a bookstore
in Windsor, and discovered that they had her latest book; How to Build a Girl,
I could not resist buying it. And I do not regret it, it was hilarious.
told, but with insight, warmth and great love, both in terms of everyday,
working-class, urban neighborhoods and teen years. It was a fantastic trip,
although I must admit that the language was different than what I'm used to.
wank, hymen and knackers not belong to my everyday language ... And if I would
put it in Swedish, I would fucking blush like a baboon's ass! So I do not. (But
in English I might dare and then it enriches my language) You have to dare, or
as Caitlin writes at one point in the book, and I have not yet managed to find
the meaning of ... Go on! Stuff it up the cow!
do not understand everything I read. I do not have full control of the concepts,
"Poxy bunch of suites" or "They've gassed The Hive".
Although I might have a clue. However, it is extremely interesting for a
Swedish ornithologist to hear about the gloom that probably comes from
Hebridiean ancestors with puffin - strangling DNA!
Maybe not a
Christmas present tips for your gift for grandma or grandpa, or eh heck, why
not! If nothing else, read it for yourself.
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Sat, November 05, 2016 12:39:44
We had a wonderful time in Italy, in mid-October, and I was about to write a
blog post about it, when suddenly it was the first of November and the snow
pouring down! Life goes so fast sometimes.
Tracking season got a flying start, suddenly needed miles and miles of gravel roads to be searched over in pursuit of traces of wolves and lynxes. Being first
on the road, with a new yet untouched snow, is a great satisfaction that I
think I share with all my colleagues. It's exciting. The day is still a blank
good tracking day, with a lot of tracks and samples collected for DNA analysis,
ended the day at Bastutjärn. The freeze begins on the little lake and the track
of the wolf pack disappears towards the Norwegian border.
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Sun, September 11, 2016 20:28:37
It was midsummer.
We ate our herring with new potatoes, chives, sour cream and everything else
related to the weekend. We enjoyed cold beer and schnapps. Then swoosh, the
autumn was here! What the heck happened?
I remember that
long beard lichen was inventoried, and we actually found a new location, which
is quite unusual. That was nice.
And I know
that the haymaking was good, we had perfect weather throughout the mowing
season. (I forgot to photograph this year, the picture is from 2015.) Do not
worry if you forgot the knife to the snack bread, it goes equally well with a
It was a
great summer for strawberries, flower meadows, butterflies - and gnats. I
remember them very well! Gnats and other biting insects are really a plague
during work in the forest during the summer, as terrible as butterflies are
gorgeous. The biting should I forget but the memory of the butterflies is to be
cherished and enjoyed on cold winter days. I had the most, nearly a hundred
butterflies swarming along the spice garden, where I sat and tried to think
We have had
the first frost, the leaves have begun to change color but the heat persists.
It's still summer warm during some days. Perhaps it will be a long and warm
autumn, which in recent years. Beautiful, but it can easily become too much of
a good thing, both nature and wildlife trackers have to get a real winter to
feel good. But why be in a hurry! We enjoy autumn's high and clear air, the
rich scents of everything that has matured, melancholy strophes from migratory
birds and heat as long as it is offered. Have a nice autumn everybody, enjoy
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Tue, February 09, 2016 21:12:03
happy bird is a success, several kilos of shelled sunflower seeds has
maintained a swarm of now quite rich and prosperous great tits. It also
attracts other dinner guests, such as Mr. Sparrow hawk.
We make no difference to the guests; those who are hungry can provide
themselves. Okay, the neighbor's cats excepted, they are often quite chilly
treated, but sparrow hawk and pygmy owl are welcome at the bird table, which
also has delicate voles to offer on the menu.
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Fri, February 05, 2016 11:17:22
If you are
young and vulnerable, and surrounded by long scary strangers, then jump up on a
rock and defend yourselves, stand close together, back to back. Mom and Dad are
on its way, they are going to save you!
dreaming, down with the nose and continue to track, it's a long way to go
before it´s evening.
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Tue, December 22, 2015 21:40:41
Solstice, now it turns slowly towards brighter times. Beautiful, although I do
not mind the dark time that prevails around the Christmas holidays. It is cozy.
It provides a moment of rest before the long bright days that come forward in
spring, when there is so infinitely much to experience and get done.
this day spent on snow-covered ground, often with wolf tracking, but not this
year. Here is rain, harsh winds and several degrees above zero! Santa Claus
should put boots on the reindeer and count with the spring thaw this time.
As late as
the middle of last week, it was 16 degrees below zero and frost throughout the
province. No basis for comprehensive wolf tracking but beautiful to enjoy.
switches so rapidly between hot and cold weather, lingonberry leaves and
blueberry bushes becomes small sculptures of frost and ice crystals in moist
and I had a perfectly timed lunch break at work on Wednesday last week. We had
just filled our cups with hot chocolate when an otter came scampering on the
ice along a small forest river. It stopped suddenly to mark territory against a
tuft of grass and then continued downstream to the open water. What a perfect
restaurant for lunch! It is rare to get such an experience on the Mac Donald
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Sun, November 01, 2015 22:43:39
like the moose, which usually raise it´s calves at our garden expense, have
taken a bullet during the moose hunt this year. The local hunting team said it was a mistake and that even the
calf was shot. I do not think it was a mistake. A fucking miracle it was, hallelujah!
Just when I
thought to celebrate the victory, and the glorious dream of an orchard has
taken root, I see that the forest begins to thin out around our farm.
Especially outside the kitchen window, down to the river ... We've obviously got
new neighbors. Geeky types with big teeth! Wondering how their relationship is
to the fruit trees?
We have a
rich nature around the cottage. Wolf has peed on our mail box, red fox stole
our shoes, badger sought to undermine the house. Forest Pine Marten has
plundered the bird table. A variety of rodents and cervids have convincingly shown
that they love our garden. And now, soon perhaps even beaver...
the first gray-headed woodpecker to the bird feeder. A male, who preferred the
shelled sunflower seeds before the tallow that we bought especially for him. We
probably have a costly winter to look forward to.
excuse if I sound grumpy, that's just a disguise. In reality, I love them all,
but do not tell it to them. I fear that they will then take greater liberties than they already do.
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Sat, October 24, 2015 16:48:18
Happy bird has opened again! After several chilly nights of down to minus ten
degrees, it is time to re-open the bird feeder. With the finest back sebum to
woodpeckers (hoping for Grey-headed woodpecker as usual) A large feeder with
ordinary sunflower seeds, one with shelled sunflower seeds (will be interesting to compare
consumption) and a smaller feeder with vitamin-enriched special diet for those
extra demanding. YOU ARE WELCOME!
Everyday lifePosted by Uncle Henry Mon, June 01, 2015 21:22:52
I met this fuzzy
guy today. Many believe that the moose is king of the forest; I think this is overrated...