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.

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The animals of my new neighbours

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I got new neighbours. And they have lots of cute animals. Their animals move too much and too fast for my camera, especially if I’m too stupid to use the sport-scenery-preset.

They got a goat and her little daughter. The goat is complaining the whole time, if a human is around. It wants food. Clever goat. There’s no way to stop it. She climbs on people to reach the food.

The goat of my neighbours. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

They got three horses. A miniature horse of the size of a dog, The Irish cob Aquarelle and Quitty, a paint horse. All the horses are very friendly. Quitty likes to eat. Good that she and the goat don’t get the same food.

Quitty. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Like I already said in Moon over the pasturage, they got a cat that got hit by a car in the first week after they moved here. They got four cats. Two hairless cats, one is a Sphynx. And I got to admit, I’ve learned something. I always thought it’s terrible to have hairless cats. But their cats were so cute and nice to me. Sitting on my shoulder and purring in my ear. That really changed my mind. I still wouldn’t want to have a hairless cat, but it’s really not the fault of the cats. They are just as cute as cats with hair. Took no photographs inside the house and can’t show those hairless cats.

The poor cat, that has lost its tail. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Apart of chickens, horses, goats, cats, and a rabbit, they got sheep. The sheep are rather new members of the “zoo”. I will get the cute ram in November and he is supposed to get in close contact with my ladies. For Christmas my neighbours want to eat him.

Wtf? They want to eat me for Christmas? Are they crazy or what? Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

“We’re so small, cute and harmless.” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

“Hey little girl, do you like to dance with me?” Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Guardians of the property are three dogs of very different size. A Leonberger by name of Vulcain, some kind of spaniel called Forever and a Beauceron puppy by name of Isak. I don’t have any photos of Isak yet. He’s very cute, gives kisses and eats hairs.

Vulcain the Leonberger, he’s ten years old and a really lovely dog. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Vulcain and the little Forever play with each others. They are very good friends. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz and Schlafmütz the dangerous predators

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Not long ago an acquaintance on Internet Relay Chat (Wikipedia-IRC is where I spend most of my lunch breaks) commented a harmless cat-photo with: “Cats are predators.” That’s right, they are predators, but they are usually not very dangerous to big animals like us. I’ve seen a cat carrying a huge dead water rat when I was a child. It was my cat Putzi and I was very proud of her. Though I was also a bit worried, the yellow teeth of that rat were quite long. Putzi became kind of hungry after her sterilisation, once she even ate a whole chicken. My mother wasn’t too happy about that event. The chicken had been a frozen one and was standing on the kitchen cabinet to melt. Miniputz once caught a small rabbit.

I’m kind of happy, that I’m bigger than a rat and bigger than a rabbit plus, I’m definitely on the good side of my cats.

Caught by Miniputz. She didn’t hurt me at all. I’m a lucky animal I guess. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz is kneading the air. She’s a happy predator. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Schlafmütz has never shown any signs of ambitions concerning hunting small critters. She’s hunting the best place on the sofa or the best place in the flower pot.

She’s often sleeping in my bed. Purring beside me. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rolling in the sweet smelling grass makes her even more happy. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Dogs and cats

I don’t really know why some people dislike either cats or dogs (speciesism!). My cats and dogs don’t seem to have a problem with the other species. Miniputz goes for walks with me and the dogs. She and Schlafmütz sleep with the dogs on my bed or on the sofas. Yes, I admit it, we’re like in Off the Leash. And Rudi and Farbexplosion think they are father and daughter. Sometimes they got different ways of amusing me and themselves though. Miniputz and Schlafmütz are now both convinced they are Marquises. They spend a lot of time in the castle, when I’m cleaning it. While the dogs prefer to stay outside and walk with me.

Miniputz kneads the air on a baroque chaise longue and purrs. She thinks that’s where she should be. Sadly we won’t be here very much longer. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach is proud of this old apple tree. I guess he marked it. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

You think he has a lot of tongue? That’s nothing, compare the top ten tongues-quiz at Animalcouriers.

Mütz checks if I cleaned the stairs. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

And Phex checks the lawn. He seems to approve it. Phew I’m glad. He’s such a good employer, no wait, he’s only my dog. Dang. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz stares at me. Have I been too loud? Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rudi is exploring the garden of friends in the village. The children have decorated this wonderful old cider mill. The decoration represents an alley and a house. I think it’s some kind of fairy tale setting. The prince walks over the beam that holds the mill stone, to the castle in the centre. All the little fairy tale trees are in full bloom. The princess is waiting at the castle, probably drinking tea or whatever princesses do. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

With the photograph above Rudi made his way into Wikimedia Commons again. Pspsps, don’t tell anyone.

And if Frauchen compels you to go a mile over the pasturage, go with her two and don’t forget the bushwhacker. (Brad 5:41) Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rudi at the well. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

We had loads of rain in Mai. I got serious problems to poison the bad herbs on the gravelwalk. It’s not always raining all day long, but every day a bit.

On May 8 we had a surprise when we were walking through the fields. There was some sun, chased by clouds in dark Payne’s grey. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Payne’s grey was always one of the colours I loved the most, I just had to mention it in a post.

The bank of dark clouds is coming nearer. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The the clouds started to pour buckets of water on us. We were soaking wet in some seconds. Luckily the camera survived. We were on top of the hill when Rudi decided he needs to shit. Thunder rolled and lightning was flashing and Rudi tried to shit. I got to add, that he has some health problems and can’t shit normally anymore, but he sometimes has the feeling, that he needs to shit. That was not really the right time and place for senseless pressing at the side of the road.

Back at home Phex and Rudi immediately climbed on the sofa. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Blossoms and dogs. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach on the meadow behind the castle. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the dangerous predator of the jungle. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the fearless rider on her big horse Frauchen. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Miniputz, the shepherd. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Tangophex. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Phex in a strange position. he has lots of place for his business. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The noise of the countryside

It’s very quiet here, usually, if it’s not harvesting time and if me and Phex don’t sing. Yesterday the bird syndicate visited us again. And turned the quietness into the soundtrack of The Birds (Alfred Hitchcock, 1963). The 50 years have passed in the blink of an eye.

I took a video about Phex’ singing as well, but sadly I was singing more than Phex. I tried to make him sing, it worked, but it’s also possible, that he made me sing and it worked. I spared you that howling woman and deleted the video.

Phex laughs about me. He says: “birds are tasty.” Haha. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

This afternoon I got to go to the public library. When the library had anniversary, they gave every reader a special anniversary-bag to carry the books. Miniputz loves that bag. I used to store it on a table, but she was climbing in it with her dirty feet and printing the book with muddy “catletters” (aka pawprints). So I put the bag high on a cupboard in a corner of the living room. Guess what..

Eye of the tiger, sings: “döts, dötsdötsdöts, dötsdötsdöts, dötsdötsdööö”. Needless to say it scared me when I suddenly heard muffled sounds from the top of the armoire. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Speaking of “birds are tasty”, that reminds me of the presents I got from Miniputz two days ago. Two dead mice and a dead bird under my bed (yuck). Miniputz truly loves me. Sadly I can’t appreciate it like I should.

Oh no human servant, let me stay in this wonderful bag! Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Meanwhile an evil dog (Phex) steals the good sleeping place of Schlafmütz. How dare he? It’s her sofa. At least in her opinion. Schlafmütz is used to cloddish dogs and doesn’t make a fuss about it. At least he has a lot of warm fur. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Isn’t he handsome? And he looks very happy (when he’s not singing). Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Snowdrop cushions and snowdrop thieves

February was cold. Too cold. The winter seemed to be endless. In the middle of the month the snowdrops started to grow. And daylight was “growing” as well. Me and the dogs had some very nice walks and visited our neighbours. I don’t think the cats of Mr C. like us much though. When we meet them, we always meow or wag our tails. But they sit in the bocage and hiss at us.

Snowdrops are a good seat. According to Phex the butt of a dog smells better if it sits on snowdrops frequently. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Snowdrops (aka dog cushions) in Villeret in February. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

While Phex is enthusiastic, Rudi is rather a sceptic scientist and examines the snowdrops. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

He doesn’t seem to be content with the little flowers. He looks a bit grim. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

At the end of February a car stopped at our property. A man opened the trunk, took something out, went back to the trunk, to the bocage (wallhedge), to the trunk.. We had just visited someone in the village and were on our way back. When I saw this man, I thought he was putting garbage at the road, bulky waste or something like that. People do that sometimes. We hurried. When we reached the car I greeted the man and he stopped to do what he was doing.. digging out “our” snowdrops. Phex immediately showed him, what to do with snowdrops and sat down on them. I allowed the man to dig some flowers, that was kind of difficult though. Phex was sitting on them. It turned out that the man was the son of someone who once lived on the pasturage in what is now the sheep barn. But I must have scared the man somehow. He suddenly told me his wife waits for him and off he went. I swear, I didn’t do anything. I’m rather harmless, but I look like a valkyrie and that scares little French men sometimes.

And the wild birds were dining ivy fruits on the pasturage (poisonous to humans). Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach and Schlafmütz have something going on and I don’t want to know what kind of relationship they got. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

She’s a dangerous cat. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Young Salix catkins on the pasturage. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Professional excavations by Rudi

I feel a bit tired since some days. I’m probably hibernating. I try to go to sleep early. Yesterday Rudi was missing. I went outside to call him but he didn’t come. After waiting for half an hour I took a torchlight and searched the park. The park is up to 2 hectars big. It was already midnight and not very warm. I feared he might have a crisis and lie helpless under some bushes, slowly freezing to death. I don’t know why German women are always worried. It’s something we just can’t switch off. I finally saw two tiny yellow spots reflecting the light of my torch. I couldn’t see the rest of the dog, he had a camouflage coat of mud. He was chewing on something and his right forepaw rested triumphantly on the dead body of a rabbit child. I had to get a leash to bring Rudi inside. He didn’t want to leave the excavation site.

Rudi in the bathtub after midnight. I think he never was that dirty before. But the dirt didn’t smell bad, I guess that’s something. Own photo on Flickr, licence:
Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

After Rudi was shampooed and set I saw that Bach was dirty too, though by far not as much. No way I would bathe a Bernese Mountaindog after midnight.

I’m not THAT dirty, Frauchen. There is no need to bathe me. *worried look* Own photo on Flickr, licence: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

This morning I went on the field and collected flint stones. It was a pleasure. I checked every stone if it was used as a tool in prehistoric times. I admired the colours and patterns. There’s an expression in German “steinreich”, literally “stone rich”, meaning filthy rich. It always makes me wonder… we are rich concerning stones, but stones on the field don’t make us filthy rich. Hmm.

A cart with flint stones and my wonderful lined working gloves. Own photo on Flickr, licence: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

The village in the distance, shining in the bright Normannic morning sun. Own photo on Flickr, licence: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

Rudi’s excavation site. Btw.. at the annual New Year’s meeting someone tried to hit on me by suggesting a rabbit hunt in the park. I hope my face didn’t show what I was thinking. Own photo on Flickr, licence: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)

Miniputz was supervising the work. I filled the hole and then I tried to take a photo of the cat. nearly impossible, she’s moving all the time. She seemed to be content with the work though, was treading the air and purring. There is another, smaller hole, that leads to the burrow. It’s big enough for Miniputz.

Miniputz likes the job I’ve done, probably because she’ll have all the rabbits for herself. Bach looks a bit disappointed. Own photo on Flickr, licence: Creative Commons Attribution 2.0 Generic (CC BY 2.0)