I got pulled over for the first time in Sweden this past weekend. Ok, I MAY have been driving on a bike trail, but I had a very good reason. (I had to load very heavy music equipment by the forest, because that’s what you do when your husband wants to make a music video in the forest. We’ve all been there, right?)
But anyway, someone reported the car, so right when I got on the main road, the police were just arriving.
Luckily, in Sweden, the police aren’t looking to make quotas. They are smart and reasonable and more focused on serious crimes. We explained the situation and were simply told not to do it again. And of course they were right, and no, I will not be doing that again.
But what my husband thought was funny was when the officer said, “You can’t make a music video in the forest.” And my husband asked why not. I agree and I did check the sign in the nature reserve and it does not say you can’t record music videos in the forest.
The officer said, “umm…. well, you’re disturbing the animals.”
I think my husband said something like, “Well how do we know they don’t enjoy synth music?”
And I’d like to back up that argument with a photo that I totally took in the forest and did not steal from a synthesizer ad I found on Google.
Sometimes at work, I like to listen to nature sounds. I made a few lists before with rain sounds, ocean sounds, forest sounds, and more. There is no music with these, just background nature sounds.
Today I started up my forest sounds list. Apparently some of my sounds are marked as “Explicit” on the Spotify website. As I’ve listened to these before and happen to know there is no music or speech, I wonder what makes them explicit. Are there birds mating? A squirrel clicking insults at another squirrel? I’m listening much more closely now.
Every day I walk on the edge of a nature reserve near our neighborhood. For 3 years, now a pair of Mallard ducks have made their spring/summer residence in a large puddle near the sidewalk. Technically, this puddle is almost a small pond and I’m not going to ruin their home by pointing out that it only exists because of mud and rain.
A few weeks ago, the Mallard couple turned up again. It was a nice sign of spring returning and I was happy to see them. Each day for a week, they swam around, having a nice chat. But the second week, the female disappeared only to be replaced by 2 more males. And when I walked by this week, there were 4 males and no signs of females. In my mind, the couple got into an argument and the female stormed off. She’s probably tired of having to chase off the magpies while the male sits around ordering bread baskets and the latest feather maintenance products. The male’s friends heard about this and are now gathering around to make it a rockin’ bachelor pad (puddle) to cheer him up. “Don’t worry about her man, she was always rufflin’ your feathers! There’s other ducks in the lake!”
My husband says the females must be off laying eggs, but he just doesn’t understand
human duck nature the way I do.