The rowans are filled with berries now. Old superstition says that if the rowan has lots of berries the winter will be hard. That´s not true ofcourse, it just tells us that summer has been grate for the trees. Birds will have lots to eat anyway.

There are almost no birds singing any more now, autumn is just around the corner and most of their young ones has left the nests. For those eating insects the food supply slowly gets smaller. Most birds are preparing to move south again. Magpies however doesn´t think that at all, they all know that Orvar will let them in to his home, feeding on cat food and other things they can find here :-)

More and more cranes are arriving now. But they don´t make so big gruops now as they do in spring. They gather in groups of ten to twenty birds, probably close neighbours from the place they spent summers and all their younglings of course. After landing their shoutings ekoes all over the fields, for some reason they want to tell the world that they have arrived.

One could think that there would be lots of water in the creeks now when we´ve gotten more than twice the ammount of rain this late July. But the draught before that has made the bog really dry.

It´s sunday morning and all people still sleeps. If I didn´t know better it would be easy to belive that I was the only existing person on earth. Not a car can be heard from the big road, nor any aeroplanes from the sky. Only the buzzing sound from flies and mosquitoes and a chirping or two from the birds that will stay here over winter breaks the silence.

Erna, the old lady, walks around in her own thoughts and the two brothers are fighting over a stick they have found. Bertil stays behinds us for a bit. He has found an interesting place by a ditch that still has some water in it. Perhaps it is a place for small mice to come and drink by? Or is it a katydid that has cought his attention? Even though a katydid is just a very big grasshopper they can bite, so he´d better be careful. That bite hurts

Fuchsia minimiflora. This is the normal color on the flowers.

But sometimes a mutation comes along and the skirt of the flower becomes white instead. The flowers are so small that they are difficult to pictures of.

It´ll be a sunny and calm day today. A low pressure is closing in and pehaps the clouds will reach us later. The rain wount reach us until tomorrow anyway. Perhaps a dragon fly or two will visit my pond and perhaps they will lay eggs in it too. Grasshoppers and katydids will start playing their violines in the afternoon and when sun goes down they´ll get hunted by the bats looking for their breakfast. Days like this never hurts.

Have a great day now!