Good Evening

Let us begin with a view on our backdrop of the Jura mountains. They were looking particularly good today with a fluffy sky above. I had been on a visit to Mr. Swiss and was on my way to the farm to see if there was any action.

There certainly was. The geese have a new field and are spreading out to establish their possession. I supposed as long as there is grass they are happy.

Moving on the cows have returned. They are now grazing in the meadow. When it begins to get too hot for them the farmer will only let them out at night, but at the moment they seem to be happy doing what cows do. Grass seems to be the main dish here on the menu as well.

This one decided to separate herself from the others, especially when she saw me. I think she wanted a solo portrait.

Otherwise the sparrows return now and again in my garden, although the only food they find are a few seeds left from the last time I fed them. I now leave them to their own methods and they look quite fit.

I hobbled along to our only letter box in the village today with an invoice for medicine for my medical insurance. We pay the bills ourself, but send it to the insurance and they then refund it according to how we are insured. It works quite well. Large invoices from clinics or the hospital are dealt with direct with the insurance. The problem with our letter box in the village is that it is on the top of a slope and I have to be very careful when I go with my walker to make sure it does not run away when I return to my apartment.

I was sitting at my computer with a view to the kitchen and what did I see?

I am a cat friend, but sometimes the cats do tend to take the advantage of the situation. I am cooking spaghetti with a tuna fish sauce and Roschti, the neighbour’s cat, could naturally smell it. He had already jumped up to my work surface and was on his way to the cooking range. I decided it could get quite dangerous especially if he decided to have a taste of the fish.

After a few comments from me, he decided it was time to go. He often takes a walk in my home, but this was going a little too far.

Hope your day went well.

13 thoughts on “Good Evening

  1. Cats and dogs are shameless. They do what they do and even when the obviously know they shouldn’t, they do it anyway. This morning, Duke who is NOT allowed on the bed, jumped up to nuzzle me awake. Of course I had to give him a few hugs, then told him to get off the bed. He walked to the edge, looked at me, and I told him “You are really cute. NOW get off the bed.”

    Slowly, ever so slowly, he inched to the edge and eventually (big sigh — I hadn’t realized that dogs SIGH) got down. He knows. He doesn’t care. I think HE thinks “What are they going to do?” No one has ever struck him and he can outrun us… so what CAN I do really except yell at him?

    He is not impressed. Obviously neither is Roschti 😊

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    • Roschti if the expert survivor. When he arrived he belonged to someone else. She moved out with Roschti, not so far away, so Roashti moved back in and was adopted by another neighbour. He works all day, so Roschti decided to adopt me now and again.

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  2. Good Day!
    The turkeys here are getting possessive also. I suppose it is that time of year. Fortunately, they tend to forget what they claim, so go off to claim something else. When they come to where the fleet vehicles are, they attack any chrome bumper they can find. (Not many vehicles are outfitted with chrome anymore.) After attacking one bumper for a few minutes, the get a glance at another, and run off to attack it instead. They aren’t so bright.

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          • No one seems to know if the turkeys that live here now are feral (naturalized from domesticated turkeys) or wild. Before their arrival, feral turkeys lived in my neighborhood. They were grayish white, but seemed to disappear over a few years, at about the same time that these ‘normal’ and seemingly wild turkeys arrived. I thought that the ‘wild’ turkeys reverted to ‘wild’ from the formerly domesticated but feral turkeys that were grayish white. It is more likely that the feral turkeys were eaten by predators, while wild turkeys migrated in from elsewhere. It is quite natural for them to migrate about, and beyond their documented natural range. They are not like plants. They can migrate somewhat faster.

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