called to her from beside the window. Line counted five spoonfuls into the coffee filter. ‘What’s that?’ she asked, filling the container with water. ‘When thousands of birds fly in a flock and cover the sky like an eclipse, it’s a tourist attraction every autumn and spring in western Jutland.’ ‘Have you been there?’ ‘Many times.’ Crossing the room, Line opened the lid of her computer on the low coffee table. ‘Can I borrow your memory card?’ she asked. Opening his camera, Gunnar B. removed the card and handed it to her. She inserted it in her computer, selected eleven images of the boat and copied them across. By the time she removed the card, coffee was ready. Generously filling two mugs, she handed one to her visitor who had taken a seat on the settee. ‘What do you think about the dead birds?’ she asked, curling her hands around her mug. Gunnar B.
