It was the third time I did my Waterfowl count. Three years ago, it was about -10 degrees Celsius and there was about half meter of snow. Frozen snow, so that I could walk on it. It was really beautiful although my fingers almost fell off of cold. I needed the rest of the day to get myself warm again. That year I had to walk longer distances, so it took me two days to do it. Last year I did the half of that distance. I shared it with my friend’s dad. It is much easier this way and we are both happy. Last January it was cold, cloudy, no snow and almost no birds. I was glad when I was back at home.
I took many photos this Saturday, it was just beautiful. The water, the trees, the moss, the nature itself. I came upon some hunters, hunting the pheasants. They were shooting. Lots. At some point I met them. I had seen them before they could see me. When one of them noticed that I was there, he shouted to his colleague: “Tone, don’t shoot!” (Tone was his colleague’s name). Scary. I saw only two birds after that and I was only half way through. And I saw a child with a pistol. I couldn’t believe my eyes. This is not usual in my country that boys of about 12 years would carry guns and pistols. Really scary.
On my way down the river I collected some shells. Perhaps I will make a bracelet of them one day. They are small, about 1 cm big. First I have to clean them of all the mud. They had been lying there for centuries, I guess because once there was a shallow lake here where Ljubljana stands today (many thousands of years ago).
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