At the beginning of the winter we saw from our bedroom window at night time a fox sneaking around outside the house. We saw hat the poor fox had no tail, or the tail looked like a brush. The fox had just a little hair left far out on the tail, it had scabies! Poor fox.
We did`t see the fox for a long time...
Today me and my father went ice-fishing and passing a very small island we found a fox. It was our scabies fox, hanging dead in a bush. My father told me that scabies foxescan`t hunt because it itches so much and in the end they die by starvation...
Well, after moaning for the fox and all other scab foxes in the world that I cannot help we went back and then downtown with the others. We fixed some new summer tires to the car and me and my father bought fishing knives in town. I also bought Sofia a beautiful mushroom knife with her name on it (with moms credit card haha) and a coat. She looks a bit like Janis Joplin in it! I hope she will pot it on her cool fashion blog to show it off.
Here is pics from today`s adventures:
Group exhibition in Inari 19 july.
One day on the ice:
Idag vandrade vi ut på isen, tände en grill och myste i solen. Solen som inte har varit här i Muurola på en bra stund. Den däk upp häromdagen i Kardis och det var ju riktigt kanon det med.
This update is didicated to Ingrid Waara som så gärna vill att jag ska skriva lite om vad jag gör.
Today me and Kenneth Waara a well respected teacher in Pajala, went ice fishing. Grayling was on the menu (Harr in Norrländska). Kenneth, one of to men in Norrland who don`t own a scooter (I learned in Finland that you can`t say snowscooter).
Thats respect Kenneth!
When we went to Torne river to drill our fishing holes we met a Finnish man. He used the words Herra jumala, Herra Jesus, Rauta, Perkele, Harri and some more words I did not understand, but Kenneth did...
So they talked for quite a long time about fishing and stuff you talk about in Norrland. And suddenly the Finnish man left, me and Kenneth where alone in the wilderness. kenneth told me that the Finnish man told him we could not catch fish at this time. The sun was shining and Kenneth also told me that the ice was thicker than usual.
I had a hard time to drill the holes for us to fish in. I felt in my arms and started to think about my ice-cream intakes.
No more ice-cream for me...
You feel pretty small sitting there on Torne river waiting for the fish to bite. Looking up at the cloudless sky, hiding behind sunglasses and chatting along with Kenneth and the crow watching us from the trees.
I saw this crow together with Sofia and Zelda in Pajala bathing and gurgling dirty, and I mean dirty melting water in a puddle after the rioad. A typical Paja crow I learned. I think it was a dirty crow and we had a small discussion about why we thought it was a he and not a she.
Suddenly Kenneth shouted!
Whit excellent skill he hauled the fish up from the hole. He had a fish lying in front of him, the famous Grayling!
We kept on fishing for a while and I also got one, but to small so I did pot him back into the hole and Torne river, back to hes freedom. He will come back one day and make some other person happy or he will be pike food. It`s the jungle law down there in the river. Pike, salmon, lake and others fighting about the space. After a few hours we went back to the village and I was thinking how proud Kenneths wife and children have to be when they see the fish, I wish I could catch a fish like that one day. I was thinking. But no, the women living in Tornedalen is hard to impress. I know for I myself love one.
The day ended and the night is here. The whole house is sleeping exept me and Sofia. Please, if you have any heart for the northern nature and people who lives here, the last undammed river in the world say no to the mining and other industry! Love.
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