19.7.10

6.7.10

More fields..




A temporary home..

"Danish carrier pigeon choose Ă–sterlen" was the title of the article.
Over a week ago a banded bird landed on our veranda. We didn't notice it at first but when the pigeon walked up to us and made himself comfortable just twenty centimeters from our feet he gave us the opportunity to take a closer look. We got the numbers from his leg and, as my generation cleverly allows, googled it. I google everything. And, we happened to find the owner. In Denmark. We found out that little 034 (now Pidgy) had been let out in Germany to participate in a competition. The pigeon who reach home first wins. He said that carrier pigeons can fly 900 kilometers in 15 hours! Unfortunately, there was strong westerly winds and 034 lost track, for the first time in his life. He landed in our garden, where he found a spot to eat and poop for a week. The sunflower seeds finished quickly. When mum had just bought special pigeon seeds and minerals he decided to leave. Ungratefully. We were all heartbroken.
(Oh, I finally got the big Lisa Löwenborg back, it used to be tiny tiny tiny.. hmm. Good.)

5.7.10

I could show you my new passport photo, but I wont.

I never thought I was the one who was the one when it came to passport photos.
But standing with my new passport, looking like a pale potato with hair on one side, I couldn't help but turning into one of those people caring about the little photo in the corner of a, I guess not too unimportant but rather insignificant document. I refused to show it to my mum (!) and it took me some time to get used to it and to be able to even look at it myself. The lady at the counter told me that one are not supposed to look good in passport photographs, but I was really not unhappy with my old one. Please bring it back! Luckily, I received my new driving license today as well which was a self-portrait; No evil machines, and it wasn't as bad. But why do people care about these things? I have friends that pays a lot of money to get a good photographer taking their driving license photo, I can admit that I did put Some makeup on, but I never thought I really cared.. until now! But then again, why does those passport photo machines have to be so unflatteringly evil? And why didn't the first lady at the first counter allow me to have another chance in front of the camera?