There was a peculiar feeling about this mild and melting spring landscape that made an impression on me and, without being able to explain why, I had ever the presentiment that I would meet something I had never before seen. Over the meadows there was the song of thousands of birds, one continuous tremulous tone of joy and life. I saw geese, ducks and eider ducks swimming about in all the lakes and every time I approached they rose noisy and cackling, only to drop into the next lake. The swamps were full of wading birds building their nests and laying eggs, all these voices from thousands of birds joined into one great chorus singing that once again the earth lived.
--KNUD RASMUSSEN