In spring when the snow disappears from the tussocks on the marsh and the reindeer wander from tussock to tussock in the marsh, an old Sámi man said, “Sure thing. That marsh reindeer should be killed”. It was the last fresh reindeer meat of the winter. Then there was always a little party. Guests were always invited for meat soup. The girls dressed in their best, and there was spring in the air. Delicacies were also fetched from the bird houses.