Thursday, 23 May 2013

Sweden owling with wolves

A  long ride through the Black River valley,then a forest  track along a lakeside shrouded
by  phragmites.The evening light showed off a summer plumaged Whinchat.
We creeped long the lake shore travelling as quietly as possible,the light coming
through the trees gave off orange like hues.
Then amongst the trees the phantom of the Northern forests sat obscurely on
a high stump.

For most of us it was an experience to savour and never to be forgotten.

Just before we left a cry went out Wolf ,two individuals crossed the track to end our
day ,truly we were owling with wolves

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