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.