Bye-bye birdbox! This text here is concluding the first phase series in my interactive essay on the birdbox metaphor. I have had a gorgeous internet support and terrific responses from the cyber people. I was challenged by you, my cyber friends, to start the writing, and you have cared for me through all the phases. Great thanks to all of you! I will continue to write on the essay, but for a while I will do it in Norwegian, my mother tongue. This lingustic change of rails will be more radical than I imagined. I realise I will feel much more vulnarable, and at the same time the writing will be easier, and I will be closer to my own words. When it comes to an audience and feedbacks, that will also change profoundly. It will be a start at scratch. I will miss you, - you are the golden birdbox team! However, the change will bring the birdbox perspectives closer to my own life, - and for a beginning I am drafting the first writing to be about a meeting in the municipality council where I am a stand in member. How and what will my contribution be? The core topic of this meeting is on closing down smaller schools to save money. Yes, I am entering my birdbox to keep on hatching! Once more, thanks from my heart for your reading and the replies, - and now, wish me good luck! Bjørke, 21th June 2003 Enok Kippersund PS. I am NOT going nomail! enok@kippersund.no
The young titmice and the young starlings have been out in the free world for a long time. Here the young blackandwhite flysnappers are making themselves ready for their take off. I am not sure I will find them at home tomorrow. When I took off the lid to snap them, I felt on my hand a warmth from their indoor environment, - the lense became misty. Not a sound is heard, not a movement done, - just their eyes being widely open. Their parents, however, and a group of neighbouring birds, are making a concert of anxiety up and down the branches in the trees near by. (Photo: E.K.)
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