RDP #37: Embrace

Two slugs mating

We met in the garden, oh what an embrace
There was plenty of time and did not have to chase
Just curl up together, what a wonderful male
I got quite confused, because he was a gale
No, I was a girl, so pretty and slimy
Or was he my partner, so lovely and grimy
Let’s forget all the details, there was no need to fight
When you really get down to it, you are both hermaphrodite
I am sure he/she yearned for me, it was love at first sight
We wasted no time, there was no need to fight
There was doubt some time after, we were shaky on our legs
but two weeks later it was me laying eggs
There were just 86 and I buried them fast
I had made up my mind they would be the very last
The year had been long and eggs were four hundred and thirty
It was now his/her turn and I told him/her not to get shirty
So the next time we met we did it again
but he/she laid the eggs, and it began to rain
I knew what would happen when we had met
But our family is most important, let it rain and get wet
Nobody likes us, but we both have each other
Is he/me the father and he/me the mother?

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No slugs were harmed in the making of this blog, and they both gave their permission to take photos.

RDP #37: Embrace


Good Morning

Hollyhock 06.07 (1)

So let us see – yesterday was mainly rain and in the afternoon it stopped. That was the big news of the day, but no, it went further. Late afternoon the sun came out, we had blue skies and I could have risked a wheelie in my chair, but it was too late to do anything, so I stayed at home and took some photos in my garden. The stolen hollyhock seeds from the town gardens have really developed well and their colour matches Fridoline, my flamingo.

Clouds 06.07 (2)

And now I have an interesting mystery that you can help me solve perhaps. Yesterday late afternoon I was pottering around and heard a bird outside. It sounded like a pigeon, one of the bigger ones, but louder, so I had a look. There it was perched on the top branch of a tall tree outside.

Big Bird 06.07 (7)

This was a big bird, a very big bird. Yellow beak, layered feather coat and a bit of white. Unfortunately I did not see him fly, but he was back again this morning, same place and same noises. If he was  bald, I would have said a vulture, or even some sort of eagle, but eagles have bigger beaks. I asked my other half and he also had no idea. We both searched Internet for big black birds but found nothing. So I ask again, anyone know what it is? We do not live near enough to the alps for the exotic birds. Perhaps it came from the forest, or our near Jura mountain range.

Campanula 06.07 (3)

My campanula, bell flowers, or whatever they are called are also back. I planted them a few years ago and they were then quite small. Already in the following year they grew taller and now they flower every year, They are possibly also known as some sort of balloon flower, as the buds resemble balloons until they pop open.

This morning is the first day of a sort of holiday, the only two weeks in the year when Mr. Swiss and I are completely alone as No. 1 son departed this morning for his two week holiday in Italy. I have made no plans to do anything for the next weeks, life continues, but there are now only two people to feed. This week-end the weather looks a bit uncertain, so we will be eating at home. We can really please ourselves what we do, although we are not planning on any big excursions.

And now to bring some action in my day. Whether it is holiday time or not, the place still needs a little home care in between. Have fun enjoy the day, and do not forget my big bird. Perhaps it might be a phoenix getting ready for a big burn up.

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