Brad spreads the word

Brad brought the other 12 sheep today to the safe haven of the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They will live there forever and teach the dogs the philosophy of Brad. Books are for eating! Mäh! You can help to spread Brad’s word by donating for the Fondation. Donating money of course, though Brad says you can donate dry sheepfood, hay and carrots too. He’s not picky.

La Mare Auzou Fondation Brigitte Bardot (French website)

Brad, the sheep guru, teaching me how to feed sheep properly.

Brad, the sheep guru, teaching me how to feed sheep properly.

All things end and so does our stay in Normandy

I’d like to say thank you to everybody that has been following my blog, reading and commenting my posts. I’m closing this blog more or less, since there is no point in writing about Normandy, when I’m not in Normandy. I will by all means continue to use my Flickr-account. It’s most likely that I won’t have internet or telephone for a certain amount of days.

I’m still waiting for the man from the Fondation Brigitte Bardot. They said they would take the sheep.

Backlit sheep

Phex died in October 2014. He was over 14 years old. He was very handsome and looked like Lassie. He got dementia in the end and couldn’t sleep anymore because of hallucinations. We tried Cortisone, but he got stomach bleeding from the Cortisone so we thought it might be time to say goodbye. He was on the sofa, surrounded by his family and the vet has put him to sleep. Couldn’t tell it in public, because I knew we wouldn’t stay forever, and my employers insisted on my having two big guard dogs the whole time. While they didn’t want to pay for any vet costs, or treatment against parasites. And because I couldn’t write in public about my situation anymore, I stopped to write here entirely.

Phex in August 2014

But in March I got a female Bernese by name of Disa. We bought her from an animal shelter and she’s „fofolle“. That translates to „insane“ and it means she’s scared of everything, especially of cars and people and once she decides, that a human is not a threat, she jumps on them and puts her arms around their neck. I’m always dirty and the car has scratches everywhere. But we love her nevertheless. And there’s always hope that one day she’ll behave. She’s already a bit better… somehow… Disa comes with us to Germany.

Disa runs

Bach died in April 2015. He had a very agressive cancer. He had two small surgeries and a treatment with Cortisone. It didn’t help. So we thought it’s time to say goodbye. He was the nicest dog I ever met and he was beautiful. I will remember him and all the other dog I had here until I myself get dementia or die. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.

Bach runs not to me
Bach in January 2015

Rudi died at the end of September 2015, right after I got my dismissal more or less without notice. His state was getting worse and worse and he couldn’t bear any pain anymore. He couldn’t shit since 2012 and I had to empty him with my fingers every second day. I didn’t want to let him go, he had been my best friend nearly his whole life. I got him when he was approximately 2 months old. Somebody had thrown the emaciated puppy out of a car window. He didn’t want to leave me either. It had to be done. I’ve had his corpse incinerated and the ashes are already on their way to Germany.

Rudi in July 2015

The three cats Schlafmütz, Miniputz and Farbexplosion are alright and go with us to Germany.



Miniputz at the rotten window of the cat’s bedroom outside on the rotten roof over the bathroom.

Merry Christmas from Schlafmütz!

Merry Christmas 2014! If the cap fits, wear it. If not, lie next to it.

Merry Christmas!

I thought she might wear the cap, but she refused to. Maybe I should put her little cute butt in the cap instead. If it was a cardboard box, she’d “wear” it.

Thank you Easy for reminding me of Schlafmütz’ present.

Schlafmütz brought me a wren yesterday. I've let him fly afterwards, he was unharmed. She said a wren in the hand is better than a dead mouse under the bed. Good point.

Schlafmütz brought me a wren yesterday. I’ve let him fly afterwards, he was unharmed. She said a wren in the hand is better than a dead mouse under the bed. Good point.


Most of November was looking like this:

The Fog

or like this:

misty landscape

We had some minutes of sun in between two banks of grey clouds though. I liked this a lot:

Spider silk in the sun

Spider silk glistening in the sun. never seen that much spider silk before. Busy spiders. Saw this on a walk with the dogs up the hill in front of the property.

Rudi (terrier) got a new grey sweater for Christmas. He’s already wearing it and scares the sheep. Sheep are confused by and afraid of new colours. They don’t change their colour and expect everybody else to be like them.

The sheep wonder about Rudi's new sweater

Feeding season has begun

Winter has arrived in Normandy. We already had two nights with only 2 chilly °C (35.6 °F). The sheep are complaining about the lack of fruits.

-“Where have all the chestnuts gone? Long time passing.” -“Fat sheep ate them every one. When will they ever be full?”

And then they walk into the sunset.

Pinke Schafe

I filled the tube feeder for the birds with sunflower seeds and hung up fat balls. The weather is rather bad, grey and gloomy, sometimes even raining and thus I can’t take good photographs at the moment.

Feeding season has started

Poecile palustris or Poecile montana (marsh tit or willow tit) and Parus major (great tit).

At the bird restaurant on a dark day

Three Chloris chloris (greenfinch).

I bought 5 steres of wood and feed the wood stove. The house has no insulation and no other means of heating.

Dann liegen sie unter den Sternen

Erste Strichspuren

Wenn hier Tiere sterben, lasse ich sie entweder von einem Tierverwertungsservice abholen, oder ich begrabe sie auf dem Grundstück. Das ist bis zu einem Gewicht von 40 Kilogramm erlaubt. Der nächste Tierfriedhof ist wohl in Évreux. Das wäre auch zu weit weg. Dann liegen sie unter den Sternen.

Mein erstes Strichspurfoto.

Careful, Bach

This sheep warns Bach, the Bernese Mountain Dog. Sheep stomp their feet to tell the rest of the world to leave them alone. If a sheep looks at you and stomps its feet, it will jump with its head into your belly.

Bach knows the sheep well and he didn’t come near this one.

Sheep in the shadows

These sheep pretend to be harmless. They look as if they couldn’t hurt a fly.

Photographs are my own, stored on Flickr.