Photo and sound recording: Arne Ader
Translation: Liis from Forum
A wind rises and snow begins to spill from the spruce branches. Thaw seems to be coming. High up in the treetops nuthatches are looking for food. Two of them fly to the edge of the wood, where they call loudly. The whistling of goldcrests, Regulus, cannot be heard – the spruces are sighing in the wind.