Crow

Carole is this weeks host at the drawing challenge, and kindly invited me to partisipate. Instead of drawing, I use my camera. For other crows, look here:

During the week end I wanted to take photos of wild crows at our country house, but when I came to think about it, I have never, ever spottet a crow there. As I sat thinking about it, I heard those strange crowing sounds from our hoarding room. You know the room where you put all the things that you do not have the heart to throw away, cause it can be useful some day, and if not in this life, may be if there is an after life? Well, I heard those rusty, crowinglike sounds from downstairs, and there I found Svartlars. That is Black Lars, our very own crow. It, oh dear, he, was once a very cherished member of our family, and now he is almost forgotten, discarded, dusting away on a shelf together with debris from our last 25 years. Poor Svartlars. When I finally went down to him, and asked him whether he wanted to go away with us for the weekend, he was crowing with utter pleasure. Sure he would! And whether he wanted to be taken for a photoshoot? Kra-kra! He was over the hills, hilarious, rather.

Well off we went, and here you can see the results of our phfotoshoot. When it came the real thing, he was rather scared. It was so many years since  last time he breathed fresh air, it was eh, breathtaking for him. And when it came to sit in trees, looking free as the bird, (ehhmm), it rather scared his wits out. But look for yourself, I think he did rather well. I told him he was a good boy.

Our Steiffcrow wanted to sing along too

The barn

På gjengrodde stier

Det er tolv år siden vi kjøpte småbruket utenfor byen nå. Da var selve hagen overgrodd, men slalomløypa ved siden av huset var fremdeles i bruk, og det ble ryddet. Nå er hagen ikke mer enn uryddig, men alt det andre bare gror igjen.

Det er snart ikke mulig å gå tur i skogen. Der det er gammel skog er det greit, der holder de forskjellige vekstene hverandre i sjakk, men der det var åker og eng, eller slalomløype, der vokser olderskogen opp i ei farlig fart. Sauene er det ikke store hjelpa i, de tar hverken older (or) eller gran. Her skulle det vært geiter!

Naturen prøver alltid å ta tilbake det vi har kultivert. Bildene er fra en tur i skogen. Tømmerstokken ligger der det en gang var et hjem. Grinda er det sjelden noen går gjennom.

Twelve years ago we bought our country house, it has once been a smallholding, etablished avround 1795. Parts of the house is as old as that, surely, other parts are newer. The garden was overgrown with cherry trees and raspberry. Now it is an untidy natural garden, but the forests are creeping nearer and nearer.

It is a lot og work to keep it away.Where it once upon a time were fields, New trees are growing nearly as fast as bamboo. Fortunately, in the old forest, the vegetation is more in balance.

The nature will always want to take what we have cultivated back again. The timber were part of a home a kong time ago.