This one is for Liz. I shall explain.
The first time i heard about the hunt for a Corncrake, was several years back when I visited Orkney with Einar, Lisbet and a friend of Lisbets. At the same B&B this Englishman who captured the interest of the girls, had come all the way up from England to look for – yes, a Corncrake. Very seldom seen now, but you may hear it.
The next time I toured Orkney, it was with my friends, Dallas and Liz. We rented a cabin in a bird sanctuary, and we knew that a Corncrake had been observed near by. One morning we, at least Liz and myself, found ourselves with binoculars looking out from our respective bed windows. We had heard a very strange sound. Almost metallic, and wondered what it was. We suddenly realised it was a Corncrake, in the bush close to the house! Oh, happiness. We searched for it, but never got a glimpse.
Today, I found this bottle of beer in my super market here in Oslo.
Corncrake! And not only that, brewed in Orkney! I just had to get it.
So maybe tonight…
Og dersom noen lurer, så heter den Åkerrikse på norsk. Grunnen til at den er blitt så sjelden i Storbrittania er maskinbruken i moderne jordbruk. Den hekker nemlig helst uti åkrene…