We have wild rabbits where I live, but because they are wild you very rarely see them. I think they spend most of the time underground. The rabbit in the photo was in the local animal store, but I decided that was the best place for him.
I once had a rabbit, but that got a little complicated. My kids wanted a rabbit and someone I knew had a dwarf rabbit and passed it on to me. My kids were delighted, and we had a cage for it. I felt sorry for this little rabbit all alone in its cage so I decided to let it out for a walk in the apartment. This was a mistake. The rabbit was happy, it was hopping all over the place.
Do you realise what a rabbit has for a recycling system: little round balls, something like ball bearings, and because they are small they appear like the product of a machine gun. I was finding them everywhere. Admittedly they were hard, not soft and messy (unless you happened to tread on one by mistake), but they were everywhere. Its recycling production was something for the Guiness Book of Records. And of course the kids were not interested in following Brer Rabbit to sweep them togetether. Who said miniature rabbit, there was nothing small about its digestive system.
And then I got lucky. I was attending an evening course for sewing and I got into a conversation about pets. One of the ladies said she would love a pet rabbit. A week later my wonderful reproductive recycling rabbit machine was on its way to a new owner and our carpet was no longer covered with little brown pellets.
So warning! Think twice before you decided to have a sweet little bunny rabbit as a pet. They do not have trays like cats and you cannot go for walkies with them like dogs. They just drop it everywhere, about 1-200 little balls daily. At least that is what it seemed to me.
RDP Sunday: Rabbit
Someone seems to be surprised here. The summer season is upon us and you meet groups of tourists now in our town. There are official guides, and if you pay the price, you can have a guided tour to discover all the sights. Here they are standing in the old moat, which has not been filled with water for hundreds of years, but was once part of the town defences. I wonder what the lady was pointing at. She must have been surprised by something.
RDP Sunday: Surprise
Summing up the cows
Difficult to count them all
Just took a photo
RDP Sunday: Sum
I do not play golf and in my numerous photo archives, about 80,000, do not have a single photo of a golf club or golf course. Of course I am very good at puttering around so I saddled up my wheelchair and made my way into town. I did not really want to go to town, as Sundays can be quite boring. The streets are usually empty, the stores are closed and there is only action on our restaurant mile along the river. However, today i was wrong.
As I approached the town I could hear noise. I met a gentleman, who was not local and he asked me what was going on in town to make so much noise. I was alert, my boring day of puttering around had now found a reason. I told him I had no idea, but would now investigate with my camera. I left him still pondering about the noise and entered town.
It was full of small tents and attractions, mainly for the younger generation, children. Apparently the Bernese Kantonal Bank were having their days of fun, puttering for all, in our town on Sunday. Generally I enjoy such events, it makes a change, but I was not really in the mood for crowds, especially kids. There were carousels in town, and games. Generally I have no problem with my wheelchair, people are very generous and tend to move to one side when they see me coming.
Today was different: no-one moved anywhere and the kids were pushing to be the first on the carousel or the trains.
The complete square had been taken over by a railway, thanks to the Bernese Kantonal Bank. The old town was occupied had become a game paradise – for kids of course. Where there was a space there was a toy.
I took a few photos and then escaped. It was just too much for me on a Sunday: definitely too much puttering in the hands of little children. I decided to escape, it was too much for a golden oldie. There were people everywhere and each adult seemed to have one or two or more kids. If it had been raining I would have probably stayed at home, but it was a lovely sunny day. All I wanted was some peace and quiet and so I arrived home and me and my computer enjoyed a quiet couple of hours: no more puttering around.
RDP Sunday: Putter
There is a creeping stalk in my garden
I had never seen it before
It appeared one night at a full moon
And is moving towards the door
I am sure it moves when I speak
Although its colours are not vivid
I think we are being invaded
It is certainly a cousin of the triffid
The head is becoming transparent
It is filled with seeds that move
Perhaps they disperse to the neighbour
Why should I disapprove
RDP Sunday: Stalk
What could be better than to show the finishing line of our local bike day races, although I did not see anyone racing anywhere, but the complete town was in biker fever. I took a few photos when they were constructing a few object in the old moat of our fortress walls.
But that was all I managed to see. I was a little under the weather yesterday, but feeling a little better today I decided to wheel long in my chair to see if there was anything worth a photo or two, but I soon realised that this was not a charity event. There was an entrace and I was prepared to weel through when they asked to see my ticket. “Ticket?” I asked and was told I could buy one in the kiosk opposite. I did not ask what they cost and decided not being a biker myself my interest began to wain when I should give money. I rarely take money with me when I am on my way in my chair. I thought I could perhaps grab a couple of photos of men with muscles on their calves as they rode past on their racing bikes, but no way. Everything was bordered with fences and you could see nothing, unless of course, you had a ticket. I heard someone speaking over a microphone as if he were commentating a world class tour de something, but saw no one actually racing on a bike.
At least I saw the finishing post at the beginning of our Kreuzacker Bridge, emblazoned with advertising for the local supermarket. And then it began to rain. Nothing big, just a few drops, so I decided to visit the local aviary which was quite near, but the bird fences are very camera unfriendly. There were a few more raindrops and so I was on my way home with two photos of the biker days and some blurred bird photos. There were a few other bits and pieces, but nothing spectacular.
And there were no calf muscles anywhere. The general biker public seemed to be school kid age with their bikes and their mums and dads that were keeping an eye on them. What a disappointment that was.
RDP Sunday: Finish
Is this what happens when my camera drives warp speed
Everything is breaking up, just like a stampede
The lights begin to flicker, bright in every hue
I saw a police officer shaking his head. not knowing what to do
I remember in my younger years, ’twas not so long ago
Games on the computer, spaceships to and fro
They were flying warp speeds to another universe
Blazing guns to conquer all, other ships would disperse
But that was in the time gone bye, it was really just a game
Although who knows what powers plan, it might not be the same
Reality is catching up, time to spare a thought
Two seconds ago a rocket flew, will hit you in a warp
RDP Sunday: Warp