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.
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.
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 Sun, May 24, 2015 19:26:28 The month of May
has been cold. Often, clear nights with temperatures below zero at daybreak,
rain or rain showers and very windy during the day. No good circumstances for
either paragliding or spring planting in the garden. Only the work remains, and
there is more of it than I have time for. (Therefore, no blog post last month)
Good weather is important for the well-being and mood; it is noticeable as soon
as the sun comes out.
To cheer me up
and you too, if you feel the same way, a good movie can do wonders. Here is a
trailer for an upcoming action movie that seems promising ;-)
I have just read
Winterdance by Gary Paulsen and am still a bit overwhelmed. He is a very entertaining
writer and it feels immediately as if we were soul mates. He does not like
moose, and I understand him. American moose seem to be seven times worse than
The story about his
apprenticeship period with the new dogs, the dogs from hell, was incredibly
funny and reminded me of my time as a horse coachman in forest work. The timber was heavy and the horse did not
have the same understanding of how the work would be carried out, as I had. It
hurt both body and soul. Learning time is often quite painful.
Iditarod race is
probably not for me, seems to be terribly demanding, but it was an amazing trip
to read about. Read it!
During the time
that I read often returned the memory of an old workmate, Grizzly, a stunning
mix between Greenland dog and an unusually large German shepherd. He became an outstanding friend and companion
during ten working seasons in the wilderness. 55 kg muscles in a sweet little
He tracked better
than me, especially on bare ground. He worked very methodically, from footprint
to footprint. He was a nature lover with a very big heart and even tried to
spend time with an adult male lynx. (Holy shit what angry it became!) It went
better with wolves, them he was dancing with a few times. He was pretty hungry
and got a very special look when he saw squirrels or reindeer, the same big wet
eyes that I get when mashed turnips with pork served on a plate ...
The only animal
he did not like was the bear, it scared the crap out of him. Therefore I always
knew if there were bears around when I prepared our night camp. It's safe and
cozy with a four-legged companion at the campfire, except when they are staring
stiffly out into the darkness and growls ...
It happened that
he almost scared the life out of a hunter or fisherman who we met during our wanderings;
he was sometimes quite similar to a wolf. About the same size and color
coverage, at least for those who were not used to seeing wolves.
We had a deal; he
did not need to have a leash if my commands were obeyed. From the first week we
had developed a common language that was based on thin whistles, small gestures
and appealing looks. At least it was my communication with him, he answered
mostly with a low voice Woof.
On one occasion
when twilight prevailed, I suddenly saw him at his own journey of discovery at
the edge of a bog next to our camp. I got pissed; he broke our agreement so I
took the leash in my hand and walked with firm steps to connect him. When I
reached halfway, I suddenly hear rustling sound behind my back. It's the dog
who had just woken up and rushes up from his bed hidden under a spruce. What I
was about to hook up was a wolf ...
I was down to the
office yesterday, to the employer, 150 km south - to civilization! Tried to
behave naturally to blend into the urban environment, but already when I parked
the car, I met suspicious glances.
I wonder how they
knew that I was not one of them, that I came from the north ...
Our corn sheaf this year was extra packed, so as oat sheaves looked in
the past. Some birds visiting it have not received this Christmas either,
sparrows do not come here until closer to spring, but it is an ornament and
related to Christmas.
This morning it took an end to both Christmas and the sheaf, and that's
okay. Roe deer also need to have a good time during those harsh days.
The winter solstice is just passed and slowly, very slowly, the days grow slightly longer and the nights slightly shorter.
Now is the darkest time of the year and our
farm rests for a time in the shade although the occasional ray of sunshine finds
its way through the branches. This morning it was 26 degrees below zero, grimly
with the first real cold before you become accustomed.
Late at Christmas Eve, when we were out to the wooden storehouse with Santa's
porridge (an important tradition that we never miss!),offered nature an unusually clear starry sky which was also painted with Northern Lights. Amazing, it was a really evocative Christmas night.
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.