I listen around, easily scare I'm just a lonely, little hare You sit there, so full of luck You can fly, being a duck Yes, in any weather We just spread our feather Finding out track By sounding our quack I'm fast to outrun The man with a gun I'm in a special class Expert to hide in grass But how do you escape the hunter? Oh, we just duck!
Wishing you a happy weekend. Ha de Gött!
A few days ago I wrote about our annual Easter historical walk to the natural preserve, Tjurpannan. I took some nice pictures that i plan to share with you. But as I went through them I saw these pictures that I also took. So what’s wrong with this picture?
Is it the Homo Sapiens in a nutshell? Intelligent enough to invent a fantastic material as plastic. Dumb enough to just dump it in the oceans hoping it will disappear. It doesn’t look very nice and animals can get stuck or swallow it with tremendous suffering before death.
But the biggest problem is when the plastic parts are grind down to small parts, called micro plastic. Fish and animals eat it and it travels up the food chain. They get troubles breeding and can even starve to death when their intestines are damaged. Who is usually in the top of the food chain?
So please don’t leave that plastic on the ground. Pick it up! Ha de Gött!
The sun created an aura around her head as she leaned over him for a kiss. Her laughter was like the blackbirds singing in spring. He was confused. He felt no joy but instead a feeling of discomfort was throbbing in his head. The taste of blood filled his mouth instead of the soft feeling from her kiss. Her image swept away by a dark cloud and a thundering sound. Yet not irregular like thunder but more a rhythmic pounding. He came to when a bucket of ice cold water was thrown in his face. He found himself laying on his back on a steel deck. And instead of his betrothed, two rough coast guard officers leaned over him.
How did he end up here? In his hazed mind he slowly remembered, through the coast guards shouting, how he and his brother crashed into the coast guards steamboat in the thick fog. The coast guard vessel made good speed so his brothers small wooden boat was crushed by impact. They ended up in the ice cold water. He saw his brothers head sticking up over the surface just before he lost consciousness. Now he realized that the rhythmic pounding came from the steam engine.
A slap in the face face from one of the officers pulled him away from his thoughts. Over the engine noise, the ringing in his ears and the throbbing headache he tried to understand what the coast guard officers was shouting. Only with quite some effort he could make out that they spoke Norwegian. The tongue failed him when he tried to speak. All swollen and bloody as his lips. He tried to tell the officers that he was Swedish hoping they would treat him less violently. One of the officers kicked him before they went out slamming the heavy iron door shut behind them.
He was laying there on the floor all wet, in the noise and heat from the steam engine wondering if his brother made it. He cursed him for the idea of running contraband booze to Norway. Would he ever see his beloved again or rot away in a Norwegian prison cell?
This is the second part of the story contraband. Click here to read the first. Stay tuned for the continued story. Ambition is the connect it all to a novel in the future. Ha de Gött!
Common Blackbird (Turdus merula) is a very common bird in northern Europe. It has even been imported to Australia. Perhaps not so very often considered to be a beautiful bird as it has very little color. I disagree. It is a very beautiful bird and if you get the chance to see it up close you see the patterns in the feathers. The male has all black feathers while the female is more gray.
The male is a loud melodic singer. Sitting high up in the trees trying to impress the females. Not only very good at singing full melodies from early morning to late night. Even if the male always starts its song in a unique tone, it is also a good imitator. The males has singing battles with other males in the nearby territories but always starts with its own tune.
The Blackbird teaches us that there is always more than what meets the eye. Beauty comes in many different ways, it is diverse. We should keep our minds open to the beauty in life.
Happy Easter everybody and ha de Gött!
My parents-in-law has a long standing tradition of the Easter walk. Usually takes place on the Good Friday. Family and friends gather for a walk somewhere in the area to be guided by the older generation in the local history. There is no formal invitation or Facebook group. Where and when is just spread in the old fashioned way, by word of mouth. Some years 20 turn up and some years over 50.
It is a good way to socialize over generations. At the very least three generations are present but some years even five. Also the history of the area and the common people that lived here is preserved for future generations. This year we went to the natural preserve Tjurpannan, that I have blogged of before. The natural preserve was chosen this year to make sure social distance could be kept during the walk.
Stay safe on Fools Day. Lock the world away.
Struggled a bit to translate this until I realized it is the same in English as in Swedish, just pronounced different. Ha de Gött!
Lights out long time ago but once gave so much joy. Lighting the way to the outhouse during long dark winter evenings. Lit up the yard to kick start the moped in the mornings. Now it hangs there slowly eaten away by corrosion. Will there ever again rush electrons through the thin filament?
From the abandoned house. Electricity is according the local sources the only modern comfort in the house. Ha de Gött!
Crazy old Ram McMutton Built an empire out of cotton Was a bit of a fool Better to set up in wool In despair began to weep Lost his flock, the sheep Went to competitor mr Wolf Now graze on meadows for golf Managed by a speckled beagle Clear from people hitting an eagle His wife, the lovely Ewe Stops this poem now, leave
Was not sure if I should press Publish or Delete but I guess I’m fearless today. Ha de Gött!
I promised a while back to share a slide show from Havstenssund in Bohuslän, Sweden. A bit overdue here it is.
Havstenssund is a small community with only 150 inhabitants situated on the north tip of a peninsula, Tanumsnäs. It was first mentioned by the Norwegian King Sverre Sigurdsson in 1196. In the summertime the population tenfold and through the narrow strait a multitude of boats passes. Enjoy and ha de Gött!
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