The whole was celebrating the abdication of the queen and the inauguration of the king, and we drove to the beautiful Punt van Reide where we had the whole area to ourselves. And the birds. And lambs.
There were many lambs in the fields ranging from what looked like they were born only last night to somewhat older. They were well protected by their sheepmothers.
Not many birds have visited the peanutbutter jar and not many birds are visiting the birdhouse to build their nest. Still, more birds were at the peanutbutter than there were at the birdhouse.
Walking back along the van Starkenborghkanaal we noticed how everything was more busy than two hours earlier. More people had come out to enjoy the beautiful spring Sunday.
We stopped at every fence protecting the breeding-area and watched the birds through the binoculars. It was a true feast for the eyes because we have seen many species.
This lonely bottle of Grolsch beer was left on the pillars of the bridge.
Coming back from bringing my father home after he had dinner at our place, I saw the lights here in Ruskenveen. It took me a while to find a parking place before I could take a picture.