Nature has not rewarded us with a relief coastline, our shores are flat and smoothed. Lazy hills, the sharp peaks of which seem to have been stolen by the wind for millions of years of struggle. They no longer resist, but bow their heads before him.
But our neighbor Norway, just 80 km to the west, is very lucky with the coastline. Everyone is fond of the fjords, in the huddle of rocks of great height. And on our coast there is only one place where we can compete with our neighbor.
But it is magical not even with its own landscape, but with its inhabitants. Sea gulls. Thousands of sea gulls in early spring. That's what I came for. That's why I climbed to a great height under an icy wind, on the slopes still storing a little snow. It was worth every step…
The bird bazaar is striking in its scale. These tomboys have found an ideal place for nesting and living, almost inaccessible to any predator, and most importantly, to humans.
These are not flock birds, the trajectory of each is chaotic and selfish, they do not repeat after each other. Only air currents can give this huge swarm some semblance of order, raising or lowering them up and down.
Usually on the north shore you don't hear anything but the whistling of the wind, it takes away all the sounds, but here it doesn't set the rules. This endless guffaw of many throats simply interrupts all other sounds. Even the sound of the surf and the falling tons of water from the cliff cannot compete with the cries of birds. It's as if they challenge each other to become the owners of this place, and the birds win.
But the main thing is the riot of life of a huge colony. With their cries, they welcome the arrival of spring and meet the sun. In their nests, thousands of next-generation babies are waiting in the wings to break through the shell and add their voice to the general chorus. Welcoming this world, no matter how harsh it may be.
