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A Whisper Above the Grass The morning began with three gentle truths: soft light, dewy grass, and the unmistakable presence of a Willow Warbler at Katrinetorp. I had arrived early, hoping for a spring migrant or two — and there it was, already poised high on a thin birch stem, catching the breeze like a…
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Willow Warbler at Stevns Klint — the phrase feels like a whisper tucked into a flowering willow, or a note plucked from the middle of May. This chalky cliffside in eastern Denmark is famed for its birdlife, but it was a flutter of olive feathers in a blooming tree that caught my breath. Unlike Møns…
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Willow Warbler at Møns Klint — it’s a phrase that now lives softly in my memory, tied to one quiet, golden morning on Denmark’s most dramatic shoreline. Among towering chalk cliffs and wind-stirred beeches, it wasn’t the view that stopped me. It was a voice. And then — a bird. Light as breath. Easily missed,…