RDP Wednesday: Concert

Street Musicians 22.09 (4)

My days of concert visits are over. Even my Mr. Swiss can no longer play his drums at an evening jazz session. You have to be fit and need energy to play the drums and not 75 and 83 years old. However, if the chance arrises to see our street musicians then I have happy. This band was playing on a Saturday Afternoon at our market place, and they were good.

RDP Wednesday: Concert

RDP Monday: Meander

My meandering days are over
I am no longer a rover
with wheelchair or a scooter
If you get in the way I have a hooter
Of course I have my walker
And I am a very good talker
So I stick to the straight and narrow
I do not need a wheelbarrow
I always find a way
But I have to stick to the day
I refuse to stay at home
So I turn the key and roam

RDP Monday: Meander

RDP Sunday: Understand

When the cook in the senior home enters the enclosure with the animals, they need no language. No mater if you are pig, rabbit or chicken, they all go into action and wait together patiently until the days ration is distributed. Of course they get their regular food otherwise, but nothing is put into the garbage, almost nothing. Probably we humans would refuse potato and carrot peelings, but not the pigs or rabbits. It is the delicacy of the day. Each animal has its favourite and it seems No 1 in the pig hit parade is potato remains. The rabbits are more into carrot peel and I am not sure about the chickens, but they always seem to find something. Understanding in their world seems to be connection with edible material.

RDP Sunday: Understand

RDP Saturday: Bubbles

If you happen to be in our town your are very likely to meet a few bubbles. There are people that just like to create a bubbly atmosphere. Some are quite big.

And you can even try to catch them.

This is a mega bubble resting on the sidewalk waiting to burst.

Here are natural bubbles, nothing organised, just water arriving in a pond from a spout.

RDP Saturday: Bubbles

RDP Friday: Carved

Carved? No-one carved anything, we turtles have no need for carving. I fought my way through the egg shell and this is how I appeared. Each of us has a different design. I am one of the special types and even have some colour in my carved shell. Note the edge to the shell, a good contrast in design. If I knew my mum or dad I am sure they would be proud of me, but they were already gone and just left my egg and I hatched it all on my own.

RDP Friday: Carved

RDP Thursday: Part Time

Meet my part time friend. It lives in the dark, damp cavities between the bricks in my raised bed. It is called the Leopard slug although names mean nothing to it. Is it a lady slub or a man slug – actually a bit of both, that is why I refer to it as it. It can be a mother or a father: the main thing is that the kids grow up with their many sisters/brothers, a few hundred. Mum/dad do it quite throoughly, it can take hours/days until the task is done, suspended by slug slime on a tree they hang and wait until the deed is done. They are the biggest slugs existing in nature and can reach a size of up to 20 cms.

As said this guy lives in my raised bed and always in the same crevice. They really like to settle in their home and always return to the same place.

So yesterday evening after I finished spraying the garden it suddenly appeared, same place same time. We have a steady appointment. I sprayed it a little with some water to make it feel more at home. It is a friendly slug, does not eat plants or even nibble at the leaves. It lives on garden waste and for its meat likes to feast on a tasty small slug. Unfortunately he is only a part time friend, as very rarely seen during the day, but is a night wanderer.

Here it is on its way home again.

RDP Thursday: Part Time

RDP Wednesday: Surreal

There it was hanging on my garden waste garbage can as it it had found a new home. It seemed to have a problem with organising its eight legs although I must admit after finding five I gave up searching for the other three. They were probably curled up. I must say it was an acrobat in his aracinida shape and I decided to leave it to its own surreality. It did not look very friendly either.

RDP Wednesday: Surreal: