The sight of a buzzard tells us that it's a day for the hovering birds of prey - a fine day.
On our way to a heath in Mid Jutland we came through a part of the town Viborg I hadn't seen before - a large area, Egedal, with lots of one-storey wooden houses, all in the same dark-red colour, like the popular Swedish wooden houses. Viborg was once a "military town" - it must be the old barracks, which have been rebuilt into lovely houses. They all looked quite new.
|Dark Green Fritillary mating|
|maybe Dark Green Fritillary|
On the other side of the road was a corn field with cornflowers (or Blue Bonnets, it has got many names). The most wonderful and amazing blue colour this lovely flower. It was my mother's favourite flower, and she knew nothing better than having a bouquet of cornflowers when I had been out. The blue cornflower is the epitome of a Danish summer, and the honey bees are humming around the flowers. This cornfield must be cultivated by an ecological farmer. I like him. There are gradually more and more ecological farmers, who don't spray the fields. This is good. Maybe it was his fallow field we have just visited.
The next stop was Dollerupbakker , the heather hills with a view to the deep lake, Hald. A bench on top of the hill, called Niels Bugge's Bænk is always our resting place for la little lunch and coffee. He was a nobleman from the Middle Ages who once built a castle by Hald lake. He opposed the king and was the leader of the Jutland nobility. Opposite the castle site is a good restaurant, Niels Bugge's Kro. He has never seem this bench, but his name is always connected to the place. The earth around the bench is bare. Last year was the heather attacked by some disease which made the leaves red. But it will soon come again. And the cow berries too.
During the latest years have Skov og Naturstyrelsen and Viborg Kommune made a large renovation and re-establishment of the original nature, and now it is almost like the cultural landscape from the Middle Ages. Several trees, which did not belong to the moor, were removed. Large parts were cleansed for selfgrown trees, and this has created the light-open conditions which is necessary to re-create the heaths and pastures. In other places of the hills are goats and sheep grazing, keeping down the budding trees.
The hills lie now, round and pretty, with few remaining trees. We can see a flock of goats on top of the hills. They are excellent climbers. There is no eagle here to push them down, I've heard that in Spain and other places with mountains and steep paths, the eagle pushes the goat or the sheep down from the path. That's an easy way to get a meal. I don't think the local buzzard is big enough to push a goat down from the top.
Vrads Sande is a heath area marked by inland-dunes created by the sand drift in the 1500s -1800s. A large area is now listed, a hiking path goes through it. We met the owner of some Highlanders. And Highlanders have my full attention. Always. I cannot resist those sweet creatures with their forehead-curls. He told us that he has 50 Highlanders, spread around in the heath. He comes with some food to them on a regular basis. "It is necessary that I'm able to call them up to me", he said. Or else the cattle take care of the themselves all year. In winter he gathers them all in fields near his farm.
In the nearest town, Vrads is a special grocery store with a small café, a library, a local newspaper and a gallery. It's a popular place with special groceries. There have been a voting, and people want to keep this shop.
Those daisies white and golden as long as I could see.
But we had to go home, and the last place was another favorite I have shown more than once in some posts here on the blog. At Brudesø. (Bride's Lake). Here is almost always a red-backed shrike, but if I ever get an acceptable photo of any bird, then it is an accident. I simply haven't got the patience to stand still behind a bush for a long time. There was also a little whinchat, and the photo is terribly bad - and I only know it is a whinchat because my son says so! No, I prefer flowers. They stand still! I'll never go out in a hurricane!
There was a green Forester on a pink flower. It looks like a fine little jewelry, from Cartier perhaps? And then in the middle of the path was a dead viper, a proof that there are vipers in the heather, where we had just walked for an hour or so. There are always vipers in the heather, and we never see them. They must be masters in getting away when they hear us. I don't think about them while I'm there, but the look of this dead one was a reminder.
Well, the end of a day's trip. A lovely day with the warm sun shining down on me!
And then home for a good meal and a crime story on TV!
photo 4. August 2011:grethe bachmann
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