Instead of walking through the village like we always do on Sunday mornings we walked to the bog instead. It’s a shorter walk so that Hector can take more walks during the day without getting any problems with his legs later ion the day. The night had been just as cold as the night before and even if the sun rose and warmed up the air the heat never really managed to reach us by the bog this morning.
I love walking there any time of day but this morning was magical. We had reached the peninsula when we stopped for a while. I could hear a couple of cranes on the other side of the bog, some geese were flying above us and some trumpet swans too. Deers were warning for something and I could hear how they ran away through the bushes. The light made everything look beautiful, it always does early in the morning.
Suddenly lots of Black Grouse roosters started to impress the hen that still were around. I couldn’t see them, they were hiding behind some pines on one side of the peninsula and spruces on the other side. It’s a strange sound they are making and it sort of fits very well out on bogs. For a few minutes I got the feeling how it must have been in this area before too many humans were around. Well I had to imagine the lake that once was here, before they lowered the water level but that was easy this morning.
Even Bertil and the dogs just stood there listening to all the sounds. I wouldn’t have been surprised if trolls or gnomes had walked by us at that moment🙂 Unfortunately the dogs got bored long before I did so we turned homewards again but I was in no hurry, mornings like these are rare even here in the village at the outskirts of the world.