A north eastern wind reigned during the past week over Inis Meáin. It brought us extreme coldness. Just the wind coming from this direction was the cause of the problems with no ferry between the mainland and the two little islands during a couple of days. Although the boat service started its’ regular scheme again the wind was still blowing strongly while bringing coldness along.
It was today however that we awoke with a lovely sunshine. The air was still fresh but there was silence! No wind at all to be heard after so many days of gale. Because there is almost always wind to be felt here on the island it is hard to think of what it is that is so different when there is nothing of that feeling at all! Whenever something like this happens I still feel lost while I am thinking what it is that makes daily life getting out of order…
And then in this complete silence today, I heard the cuckoo for the first time this year singing its’ song of summertime. After a long winter which bears a certain weight in any case, it is lovely to hear the cuckoo’s call as the counterpart. Hearing its’ sound it is like summer herself: it brings along a breeze of chill and lightness, transparency and straight forwardness as well. It brings back again the memory of last years’ fresh daybreaks after a long and warm night, with drops of dew on the grass in the little fields where the cattle are, already prepared for the new day.
It is the call of the cuckoo that awakens new ideas in us.
Slán go fóill,
Elisabeth from Inis Meáin.
Note from Admin. You might enjoy this video from nearby Inis Mór of the dawn chorus from May 2nd which has the cuckoo and lots more including a rooster..