It's autumn. It's the start of the hunting season. A bird watching trip to a nearby lintutorni, a sanctuary where a week or so ago I saw three white-tailed eagles (two adults and their young), and the place is packed with cars and caravans. Luckily there is one area of Liminka Bay which is safe for the birds and protected from hunters, but it did feel like an abuse of The Nature. Sure, I'm the foreigner, not understanding the desire to blast animals out of their lives each year, and it's not really my place to make comments on the Finnish culture: afterall hunting is an important means of providing food before the hardships of winter, for all those impoverished four wheel drive owners who stalk their way across the swamp in the latest hunting designer gear.