Fågelsångsdalen (Bird song valley) is a nature reserve west of Södra Sandby. The valley has been created by the brook Sularpsbäcken, at a few places has it the character of a canyon, with rather steep slopes. In the valley is dominated by decidous forest, marches, and pasture land. In the spring can one hear the birds singing,  the name Fågelsång mean the singing of birds. The flora is rich. The reserve is narrow, and about two kilometer long. At Röglebäcken does it go up to the bicycle trail Hardebergaspåret, the trail between Lund and Södra Sandby. The reserve can also be reached by car or bus. Since it easy the get there, the nice nature, and it is nearby Södra Sandby do many visit the reserve. There are tracks, at some place is it steep and slippery. Many trees has fallen in the storms, the trees are not removed.

Sularpsbäcken continue through Södra Sandby, and reach the river Kävlingeån west of Flyinge kungsgård.

24 April 2010: Stop by at the nature reserve Linnebjär northeast of Lund. Here wood anemones is in full bloom. Walk a short visit to the clearing near the pasture in the north. Bikes on to Frueräften, five hundred meters eastward. A sign warn for wild boar. Here I usually visit a small stock with Lesser celandine and violets. In the forest, wood anemones. Thereafter, the goal for today, Fågelsångsdalen at Södra Sandby. Follow the path down into the valley from the bicycle Hardeberga track. Anemone ranunculoides, wood anemone,  lesser celandine, Yellow Star-of-Bethlehem, smell violets meet me. Crossing a bridge to the east. Over the path is a tree trunk, which is overcome. Follow the edge to the valley. Down there the brook Sularpsbäcken meanders . A squirrel is watching me. Nuthatch is running on a tree trunk. The path leads down to a meadow and creek. It is wet. Jump between tussocks. The tussock did not take my weight, and not that either. My feets are wet when I walk along the creek. Lesser celandine lights up in yellow. Crossing a narrow road at Södra Sandby windmill. At the mill is a stile which I walk over and I return to the rushing stream. I sit on a fallen tree trunk for a coffee. A wagtail keeps me company. Follow the stream to Södra Sandby, over a meadow to an angle exit. The stream disappears into the Södra Sandby. I turn back. On the crest before the bridge I am slipping down the slope to the brook. Trees sticks make a natural bridge. On the other side, is an entry to a meadow. Crawl over to the stocks. Crack! Oh-Oh. It barely takes me over. Upstream is a real bridge, it makes me to return to the bicycle. Wild ducks searh food in the water. A cat is walking with her human and dog. Bikes homeward  on the Hardeberga bicycle trail. Lund is expanding. Can barely find my way home.

14 November 2009: Damned, I miss the turnoff to the parking lot. No sign is showing the right turnoff. I have to continue to Södra Sandby and turn back. The car park is a large lawn area next to the bicycle track Hardebergaspåret and the stream Röglebäcken, with an insignificant road in. Hardebergaspåret was once a railway which is now a cycle path between Lund and Södra Sandby. As far as I know, was here an entertainment place, in which case the building is demolished. Over the stream Röglebäcken is a bridge built for the railroad. I follow the path along the stream north to the stream Sularpsbäcken in centre of the valley. Pass some water-filled holes, perhaps remnants of the clay- and limestone quarries that existed here. A dog of the same kind as Lassie come forward and greet. The valley is popular for its rich flora and birdsong. Today is it autumn, nothing is flowering, and no birdsong is heard. A small plant lights up with yellow leaves, the songs of streaming water replaces the birdsong. I'm glad I have boots, it's wet. Small bridges make it easier. Fallen tree lies across the stream. At Sularpsbäcken I turn west. Trees that has fallen over the path has been cut, and kept as home for many insects. The trail winds up and down on the wooded southern slopes, sometimes with steps, sometimes with rails. Here and there are rickety bridges and slippery by the wet, over to the north side pasture. The stream meanders its way between the slopes of the valley. At the end in the western part, I leave the stream and I arrive on pasture, a stile is leading out to a road, the nature reserves west end. Go back the same way. I sit down on a bridge for a cup of coffee, studying how the leaves flying off with water. It glosses quickly, north and east parts of the valley may be for another time.

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