Lapwings and Oystercatchers at the marshes north of Køge, Denmark. The lapwings hung out in the inland lagoons and the oystercatchers socialized in the kelp and surf on the other side of a single grassy sand dune, which shows you how compact a niche can be. Køge is pronounced, “kooweh”, sort of. My Danish neighbor is trying to teach me Danish pronunciation, and when Danish tones are attempted by American lips, hilarity ensues. Watercolor and pencil on Stillman & Birn 8 1/2″ x 11″ Alpha Series. Drawn through the scope.
There’s this wonderful long barrier island along Køge Bay, south of Copenhagen, a bird sanctuary called Olsemagle Revle, with marshes and beautiful white sand beaches that go on for miles. I’ve gone there twice now, once with the Danish Ornithological Society and once alone. That would be today. The S-Train (“S-Tog”) goes right near it, and you can take your bike on board for free, get off at Olby Station and ride to the marsh, about 2.5 km.
I swear I’m going to post a tutorial on how to physically get your bike on the Copenhagen S-Train. It’s a great service, goes everywhere, works wonderfully, but if you don’t know the ins and outs, and if you’re anything like me, you’re going to screw it up. This is my bike on the S-Train. I’m sitting next to it, making sure it doesn’t fall over, even though it’s securely engaged with the rear-tire clamp rack. The first time I used it, my bike fell on the expensive roadster next to it, earning me an unhappy look from its owner. I love the S-Train, but it’s a learning curve.
At Olsemagle there are scads of swans, buckets of barnacle geese, a glut of golden plovers, and plenty of graylag geese to go around. Also, today, naked men. In Denmark, sunshine + beach = nudists, but I admit getting caught by surprise. Two guys on the dune, who, from a distance, seemed to be dressed in long pink t-shirts, were simply displaying their sunburns. One nude man walked up to me as I trudged across the sand, scope over my shoulder, and tried to entice me into joining him for a swim. Though the Danish was incomprehensible, the body language was unmistakeable. I thanked him and hurried along, eyes forward.
Barnacle geese at the marsh. Their white faces in black necks makes them look like sock monkeys. Beautiful geese. Not the most common in the marsh, but the most vivid. The greylag next to them- that’s the most common. Pencil in Robert Bateman 8 1/2″ x 11 sketchbook.
Fabulous day, beautiful marsh, lots of sunshine, plenty of exciting encounters all around. See below for one more.
A flock of gentle sheep helps keep down invasive beach roses. Which reminds me to shop around for a warm sweater before winter sets in.