Saturday, September 20, 2008

As Something Unspeakably Gentle...

He found a twig and pricked an answer in an empty space on the brown surface. He didn't use ordinary letters; it was meant for the woodcock, so he wrote in the same way as the birds.


~ Text: Tarjei Vesaas, The Birds, 1957

~ Images: Starlings by Richard Barnes

~ Note: At home in wet thickets, moist woodlands, and alder swales; most often observed tracing lines in crepuscular courtship flight; the woodcock departs on rounded wings that make a quiet twittering sound