RDP #34: Resurrect

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The question is “where have the cows gone”. This has been a source of worry for me for at least a month. I have even reduced my beef content on my dinner plate, thinking perhaps I am eating a piece of Bluebell, the cow second from the left. Have our cows now served their purpose by eating the meadow empty? Perhaps the udder is now dry, the calves now being independent enough to produce their own milk.

I live in a village surrounded by cows, the population of cows almost exceeding that of humans. Where are the bulls you might ask. They live on their own in a special place called artificial insemination centre. I will not go into detail, but they are well cared for although perhaps not so much fun as they should have in the necessities of life:

Bulls Getting Busy

But where are the cows. I went for a wheelie in my chair today and noticed one of the local farmers replacing some wire at one of the cow enclosures: are the cows being resurrected? I greeted the farmer with a “good day”. In Switzerland if you start a conversation with a cheery hello it melts any tension and ensures an answer. I continued and told the farmer since a month at least I have not seen a single cow anywhere and can no longer enjoy my beefsteak or hamburger, not knowing if the ingredients might be a cow I once took a photo of.

The farmer looked at me as if I came from another planet, but realised I must be an ignorant foreigner. He informed that the weather is now far too hot for a cow to graze on the meadow during the day as they also have their problems with the summer heat it seems. They now remain inside during the day and are only let out at night. If you ever visit Switzerland you will know why the fields are full of cows during the night.

I was relieved, Bluebell is still alive and supplying the coffee cream and cereal milk. When I arrived home I told Mr. Swiss the good news and explained the disappearance of the cows, “Of course” he said, he could have told me and saved me many sleepless nights.

Cow 27.09.2017

RDP #34: Resurrect

Good Morning

Morning Sky

Yesterday morning we had torrential rain showers which had almost brought Switzerland to a still-stand, stopping all traffic from the airports and with flooding dangers. However in the afternoon the sun returned and everything was back to more or less normal. I was glad as I had my once a year big neurologist appointment to check on my MS and to give the OK for further treatment with my very expensive injections which I do myself every second day. It was the normal routine. As my walk still belongs to the Ministry of silly walks, according to the Monty Python show, I am still a candidate and will probably remain one. No problem, where there is a stick and wheelchair there is always hope.

I also had to undergo the electric treatment for my hand as the feeling in the right hand on the last two fingers has got a little numb with pins and needles, although I can still use it and it has improved a little. I was wired up on his electric shock treating apparatus on one hand and as he turns the dial the current gets stronger, but I survived. The general opinion was that it is not my MS causing the discomfort, but the influence of continuously walking with a stick in my right hand. I explained that the left hand for the stick would not be very ideal, so it looks like things will remain the same. His surgery is on the top floor and suddenly two pigeons landed on the window sill. It would be an ideal subject for a photo. The doc was busy with something else so I got my camera out and was ready to take my prize winning photo when they flew away.  One returned after a few minutes and the doc said I could now try for a photo, but I told him one pigeon alone is not so interesting.  Did I see a smile on his face?  Anyhow after a good hour he was finished. I did ask him about the effect of cannabis on my problem, but as I am not really in pain it would not help very much and he added that it is not a great help. Did I notice a further smile when I asked. I suppose golden oldies do not often ask such questions.

Mowing the wild meadow

As I am sitting here at my computer in the kitchen I could hear the noise of a machine through the open widow. At last at the beginning of July the mower man is here to mow down the wild meadow outside. It has served its purpose and now the seeds will return next year for the meadow again. I naturally took a photo to commemorate the occasion.


After our heat wave and the monsoon yesterday I am now being bombarded with flies at the computer, father and son even paid a visit (actually it was one fly after the other, but I applied a double take on them, so it appears they are together). They are a nuisance and the only method is either to keep the window shut, which I do not as I like some fresh air, or the fly swatter. I apply the fly swatter but have to remove the remains afterwards.

Today I am off shopping again, and this afternoon might venture a journey to the unknown with my wheelchair if it does not rain.  May you all have a good day, I will leave you with a flowery greeting I found on a wheelie yesterday in the town park.

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