Come walk with me, up the beach for a little bit. I wanna show you something I found.
Let's walk on the wet sand. We'll scare all the crows up, but I don't think they mind really. They are young ones who don't have their own territories yet, so they all hang out together on the beach.
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There's really nobody out here today. We'll go up the beach.
There is a little harbour with loads and loads of ships in it. It looks like a natural harbour... like a little cove with a few islands in it where the moorings are on the inside... but I suspect the sea-side is old manmade dikes.
There are loads of flowers in the tall grass we're walking through on the inside of the harbour.
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The sun is low, the grass catches the last rays.
Those are eiders... just one boy in black and white with a green mullet and loads and loads of girls... They should nest where polar bears roam.. but a few nest as far south as Denmark. There's a grebe and a tern in the background too. Oh yeah, and there's a somewhat largish buoy.. with some birdshit on it... That's the orange thingy.
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We're coming closer.
Have you seen it yet, what I found?
It's not the herefords although they're cute too. They are in the other field.
It's a Shaggy Coo!
Isn't it adorable... I didn't get any really good pictures because the light was failing me... but I'm so happy to know there are shaggy coos in the neighborhood.
It's getting dark now, we best be getting home before the mosquitoes come out... Did you bring repellant?? Oh, never mind they hardly ever bite.
It's not a particularly interesting garden as SUCH, but I love it....
For several reasons.
The view over the sea first... but I'm having a hard time catching the view... it kinda gets too small in the pictures. So I'm still working on a good representation of the view.
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This little blackbird dude had just left the nest and hadn't quite realized that it's dangerous to sit around and scream for your parents in the middle of the lawn..
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The guys below here are tits... and I have no idea how they earned that name in English... but they're awfully cute and they like cleaning out aphids from the trees.
But every once in a while the view from my garden is just magic....
It could be a rainbow... or a flying fishing boat..
There's nothing wrong with a big strong cat being scared of stairs! It's actually rather natural... when you think about it... what do cats and stairs have to DO with each-other in the first place?
OK, so that scared but strong cat obviously isn't Kitty who was born and raised with stairs and the great outdoors, but Urracá, who actually didn't see many stairs until we moved recently and had to stay a few nights at my mom's house to avoid the chaos.
Stairs are just too scary... He'd rather scale the wall if I didn't come down and carry his big self up the stairs...
- and there's NOTHING wrong with that
There's also nothing wrong with falling in love with the contents of a cardboard box! NO-no, absolutely nothing wrong with that.
It's just one of those cat-things humans don't understand
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Welcome to our special nomday feast.
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After the greens, we suggest a light nom on the hand that feeds you...
Or maybe a slightly harder chomp or a soft cronshe on the hand that feeds you...
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and last, but not least... a bit of self-nomming is a delicious way to finish off a good nomday.
This book fascinated and traumatized me when I was a kid.
The illustrations are fantastic of animals and plants in crazy colors and loads of funny little details.
But I could never get past the page where the little bear realizes that evil humans had abducted his mommy while he was sleeping - or rather I had to skip that bit and go on to the rest of the story.
He goes on to make friends with a family of deer, the queen of the bees and a little hedgehog, but he also has to defend himself with the help of his new friends from the evil wolf and his spy the crow.
This particular book has more stories than the one written on it's pages though.
When the second world war ended, my mother was 4 years old and had two younger sisters.
Denmark came through the war fairly unscathed. There was little resistance when we were occupied and the Germans tried to work with a reasonably intact Danish administration the first few years. The last year went less peaceful and there was a lot of sabotage, but the country was not carpet bombed like half of the rest of Europe. We had food to spare.
My mother's parents, a doctor and a nurse, signed up to get a concentration camp survivor and fatten him up before he returned to his own devastated region.
They received a very young French resistance guy - barely more than a boy, skin and bones and so filthy that my Granny stripped him and scrubbed him before she let him loose in the house. (She was the strict kind of nurse.)
He stayed - I don't know how long - but several months with the family until he was fit to go home. My mum remembers him as a bit odd, but very sweet. He came back to visit later and brought her (and her sisters I guess) this copy of the book about the little bear Mitchi as a present. She kept it, and my father read it to me when I was little.
The Frenchman wasn't heard from in many years, and my family sometimes wondered what kind of life he had. Until one day - after my grandfather was dead and my grandmother was old and blind, she received a letter from him.
She didn't answer it - as far as I know, so all she found out is that he was still alive and wanted to thank the family that fattened him up once more.
The book about the little bear was published in 47 or 48 (it doesn't say).
I can't help thinking about how children in 48 would read it. Many of them probably had a much more realistic and personal angst of having their parents dragged away at night and never seeing them again... Did it help them heal or did it give them more nightmares than they already had?
The thing I always consoled myself with, is that at the very beginning of the book the author says he's working on the next book where the little bear finds his mother again. I never saw the next book, but at least I know there IS a happy ending.
I took pictures of all the pages - so if you want to see the rest of the book just go through it in my photo gallery. If you click a few times on each page it gets big enough to read the text - which is in French of course... so that's only going to be of use to some of you.
(I probably told something wrong... but this is how I remember the story - my mum will correct my mistakes no doubt.)