First Week of April: Butterflies and Birch Sap

Text: Kristel Vilbaste
Photos: Arne Ader
Translation: Liis from the Forum
 
Starling.
 
Butterflies flutter outside, the chaffinch is singing, there are green onions and chives to cut in the garden. You can’t keep green fingers indoors, these lines too are written with somewhat earth-grubby fingers, and a nettle-sting blister on the fingertip.
 
The four spring signs of the week:
 
Chaffinch song
Brimstone and tortoiseshell butterflies,
Birch sap flowing
More than 10 degrees of warmth.
 
The other day I stopped to talk to neighbour lady Vilma, and she asked if the starlings had arrived yet, they should have. Strange, really – just that morning the first whistling starling was there in the birch top – although yes, flocks of them rushing here-and-there have been around earlier too. I feel more and more that when you live in the country you realise at a particular moment - today the starling will be here, because all nature says so. And so it was when I and Arne Ader discussed on Friday if the first butterfly picture should go with this story. The time should really be right now, we said – but there hadn’t any to see here, between the snowdrifts. But then there was the telephone, and weather man Gennadi Skromnov announced: “Yellow butterfly in Vasalemma!” So! A golden summer! Enviously I left my writing half-done and went out, to foretell the summer. And it didn’t take long before the first one glided by on many-coloured wings.
 
Butterflies are out! Brimstone butterfly.
 
Birch sap and radish bed

As we ‘hunted’ butterflies we set the birch sap dripping too. This year Mikk experimented with a 0,6-cm diameter hole drilled in the birch, where a clyster tube bought from the pharmacy fitted perfectly. From 2 metres height incredibly sweet sap started to plop into the jar almost at once. Aotäht drank it at once gulping happily. Filled with new energy the four-year-old chit then set off to see to the gardening – watering the soapwort patch and the cinquefoil bush that still sat in a puddle from the melting snow. This last thing really made us smile in secret but how to forbid a child to work? Mikk Sarv says that a child’s enthusiasm to do things must be kept as the most precious of treasures – or boredom jumps in through doors and windows. At the end of the week the glasshouse door thawed open too, and the energy was channelled to the radish bed: a full square metre is now pricked full of seeds. And bees make the first joyous flights, and mosquitoes, spiders and flies are out. Nothing moves in the anthill yet, but ticks may already be crawling around. In Western Estonia the hazel is blooming and daphnes show the pink colour of their flowers.

 
Birdsong

It is such a wonderful time now, in the morning the last minutes of sleep can be with the window open and to the sound of birdsong – without a whining choir of mosquitoes to accompany it. Morning singers at the moment are starlings, wagtails and chaffinches. In early evening the blackbird holds concertos. On Thursday cranes also reached Peipsi; it is cranes who bring the wagtail on their tail feathers. And at once when this ‘icebreaker’ arrived a large lengthwise crack  appeared in the ice on Peipsi, and so much water collected on the ice of the pond that the ice broke free at the edges. On Thursday morning a grey partridge ran away from me on the shore – ki-ki-ki-ing loudly. It didn’t even bother about flying away in fright as usual but fussed around for quite a while. But in the evening I saw a partridge flying up on the chimney of a one-storey house in Mustvee and sitting there showing itself off. At first I suspected that maybe it was a largish pigeon variety, but truly it was as real a grey partridge as could be. Is it a “crazy partridge” or is it just plays and games? Western Estonia is invaded by masses of geese and swans, and the barnacle geese have arrived too. Goose investigator Aivar Leito writes: "From Looduskalender’s seal camera in the last week I have identified (by sound and visually) barnacle geese, oystercatcher, black-headed gull, mew gull, herring gull, and greylag goose." Birdwatchers have their first feast days – more than 100 different bird species can already be seen in a single day.

 
Wagtail.
 
Sleepyheads waking
Today all bears and raccoon dogs should have wiped sleep out of their eyes; most hedgehogs and badgers already make their rounds. Their spring-time tidbits, vipers, are already on the move. Environmentalist Enn Vilbaste says that for the wild animal rehabilitation centres this was a good seal year: there was enough ice in the sea and the pups shed their baby fur and went swimming. No Moses-child seals were brought to the centres. The six bear cubs just grow and grow. Bucks with velvety fur-covered antlers come out from the forests everywhere to show their impressive headgear, but looking rather bedraggled too, because they are shedding their winter fur. The squirrel gang has calmed down and gone away.
 
Bring in flowers!
Now the first blooms are there in woods and fields – hepaticas in sunny copses and colt’s-foot at ditch-sides. A handful of flowers in a vase keep us alert for the whole week. Oh yes, things for colouring Easter eggs should also be taken home!
 
FOR CHILDREN: Egg, roll!
This Easter week game can be played by both children and grown-ups. On a sandy patch, or on the floor, a circle suited to the number of players is drawn up. Each player has one egg. On the leader’s call, for instance “ Maarja and Andrus”, the called ones must roll their egg across the circle to the other player. If the eggs collide, both are out of the game. Or the one who cannot get his or her egg over to the other one must leave the ring.
 

Quotation:

The first spring flowers are blooming in woods and fields!

 

 


 

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