It seems
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…
Today came
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.
Please
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.
