This cat was sitting in the middle of a mowed field probably waiting for a mouse to walk by or just keeping an eye on his territory. I was taking a walk. It is now mowing time for the farmers as the weather is now warm enough to dry the grass for hay for their animals throughout the winter. Since living in the country for the past 20 years I have picked up some farming experience on the way.
We are in for a heat wave today according to Mr. Swiss. He always keeps an eye on weather developments to prepare our appartment for keeping cool. At the moment it is a a super morning, the sun is shining, but temperatures within sensible amounts. I am sitting at the kitchen table, already eaten two slices of toast and still have half a cup of tea to drink with my two cameras ready for something that might happen for a photo, one with the zoom lens and the other lens for normal use.
Oh, take a look yourself. I have abolished crockery from the breakfast table and just put it on a piece of kitchen paper, which serves is purpose just as well, although I do possess a dish washer. This morning I was half asleep as I noticed the keyboard on my computer was not working. I did a restart and then realised it would not work if I did not go into my chrome programme. I was probably still half asleep.
On my last walk, which was Friday, they cows were out in the meadow. I also noticed the crops had begun to grow. I am not sure what they are, but something green with large leaves. I love this time of the year out in the open, everything is so wonderfully green, alive and growing.
The farmer had parked his various machines ready for further use. Now you can see the castle in the background which is often the target of my walks. In front of the castle is a hedge and that is where you find my famous bench where I can sit for the view across the so-called Bernese middle land: in the background the Jura mountains.
And the new movable chicken coop was now just around the corner. I think our chickens must be some of the happiest chickens. They have fields where they can take their walks, and no-one stops them. Sometimes you find one or two in places where they are not supposed to be, in the stable amongst the horses, or just wandering along on the path. The only real threat they have is if a fox would appear during the night. However, they have their own rooster, Harald, who’s job is to protect his harem, and probably help them with the egg laying.
We can buy fresh eggs from the chicken farm and last week we found a small box containing 4 in our post box as a surprise present from the farm. These were the real thing, all organic, but when I looked at the price list I decided that their prices were too much organic for my budget. All chickens in Switzerland must have a place where they can be in the great outdooors, we have no battery hens, so you can have a good conscience buying any eggs, but I do not need eggs with golden shells from the local chicken farm.
I met my friend on the way. We arrived at the bench and had a nice conversation catching up on life in general. I had to break off for a few minutes to call Mr. Swiss on my mobile phone to tell him I was still alive and kicking and was involved in a conversation with Sylvie. He understood, and could rest calmly knowing that I had not slipped on a piece of cow dung and needed help to stand up again.
Today is a day of doing not very much, although there will be food to cook and a blog to write. This evening I may again venture into the wilderness, with my camera of course. I will leave you with a view from the bench at the castle. The atomospherics were good and there was a view of the alps in the bernese overland.