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

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Round bales of straw look like Easter Island statues to me

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Maybe I’m a bit strange. So many things look beautiful or exotic to me. I take far too many photographs. Round bales of straw, that lie around on the fields in August, look like Easter Island statues to me. I know they don’t have faces. That’s not what makes them so statuesque in my opinion. They were made by humans, they are quite big and they change the view of the landscape.

I took so many photographs in August, over 200, that it took ages to sort them. I got a lot of work atm. My situation didn’t really advance. But it’s pointless to complain. I’d rather show you a gallery of straw roll statues (with dogs).

Walking with the sheep

Deutsche Version: In einer Reihe dem Ende des Sommers entgegen.
We decided to end the “summer” and reenter the pasturage. To walk in the park in the morning and to walk on the pasturage in the evening. To sleep in the stable.

Bach says that’s really exciting.

I have seen galleries like this on Misaki’s Blog and wanted galleries as well.

Weird scenes in sight of canines

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No, I don’t like The Doors much. But today I really saw some weird scenes. So I thought I make a post with short videos.

Berta was lying around. Bach went to her. She wiggled her little tail and he performed some air humping. Just like he usually does with the orange cat. That was weird. But even weirder was, that Berta didn’t mind. Maybe she felt too hot. Okay, that sounds wrong somehow.

I worried about Berta and thought she might be sick. I went to her and she didn’t get up. She was ruminating. I rubbed her back. She seemed to like it. That got me worried. I took a bowl with dried sheepfood from the house and showed it to her. She became very agile, got up immediately, ran to me and stuck her muzzle greedily into the bowl. Everything was okay with her.

Meanwhile Brad rubbed his head on my leg and wasn’t jealous at all. He’s such a well-behaved ram.

The wind causes waves on the flax field in front of the property.

Phex and Bach in the high grass on the pasturage. “High” and “grass” in one sentence seems to deal usually with cannabis. Now I added “deal” and “cannabis”. Will the police pay me a visit tomorrow? Is high grass illegal? Anyways.. The dogs have fun, even without the other kind of grass, but they don’t sproing. Phex is too old for sproinging.

Stripes and trees

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In spring the landscape here has a lot of stripes. More than usual. No matter what problems I have and what kind of events brought me here, here is now my home and it’s nearly always the most beautiful place in the world.

I know this kind of intensive agriculture is bad for the country. But it looks good though and it’s still better than a city. Maybe the farmers are used to my standing at the road or of my crouching on the ground by now. I’m sad if I see something beautiful and forgot my camera. Here I was waiting until the tractor reached that place. Sadly I spoiled the colour a bit. I was fiddling around with the contrast and when I noticed it had changed the colour of the sky, I had already deleted the original photograph. Ah well. It’s not that bad. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The silo and water tower of Neuville-sur-Authou on one of those days when we can see very far. It’s possible, that Brionne is that town in the distance. Villages far away seem so near on these days. There are other days on which we can hear things that are far away very clear, as if they were near. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

A cherry blossom, on a rather exotic cherry tree in the village. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Some things didn’t change. 1957 was yesterday. There were four prize badges like this on the door of the box of a horse. No idea where this horse show took place. I don’t think the Concours Hippique de Valmont is still held. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Even on a grey day on a graveyard it’s beautiful. At least in this direction. 😉 Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Close-up of colza on a field. I really don’t mind grey sky too much. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

The dogs love the view over the hills. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

There was loads of rain in May. Sometimes we had a sunny moment, like in this photo. The sun is chasing the clouds over the fields. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

That’s the awesome view Farbexplosion (cat) has from the window of her room. The sun goes down, time to go and hunt some mice. 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 SchlafmĂŒtz 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 SchlafmĂŒtz 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.

MĂŒtz 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

Lawnmowers are wonderful

It’s spring. That means the grass and the bad herbs are growing and I have to cut them. Right in time, my brushcutter broke. Just for the record. It’s my brushcutter. I bought it with my own money. I seriously need it, because the sheep do NOT eat stinging nettles or any poisonous plant. Sheep aren’t very clever animals but they are usually clever enough not to burn their mouth and not to eat poison. Stupider sheep die young. The motor of the brushcutter is still running, but the head doesn’t turn anymore. This reminded me so much of Eleenie and her lawnmower. A friend told me, in France are no cheap repair services. Repairing something costs as much as buying a new thing. But there is hope. Me and Rudi visited Mr C. Rudi loves Mr C.’s cats, but those cats don’t love him. Mr C. thinks there is hope we can repair the brushcutter. Then he showed me his awesome collection of grass-cutting-machines, a brushcutter, a lawnmower and a ride-on mower. I cut the grass around some trees in his garden, then he let me ride his ride-on mower. I found out, that it is much more difficult to cut straight lines with the mower than I thought. He took some photos of me.

Lawnmowing is fun. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved.

Lawnmowing is fun. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved.

Careful stanze, don't drive the lawnmower into the pond. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved.

Careful stanze, don’t drive the lawnmower into the pond. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved.

And this is how I look if I try to concentrate on something. Those corners were really difficult to mow. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved

And this is how I look if I try to concentrate on something. Those corners were really difficult to mow. Photo by Alain Cardinal, all rights reserved

After I was undulating on the lawn long enough (unsure if I can say it like that in English but I like the word “undulate”), I gave up. Thing is I love waves and curves, when I cut the hedge I always cut the corners round, but Mr C. hates waves and curves and wants everything straight and perpendicular. But waves or not, he lent me the normal lawnmower. That was yesterday, I’ve cut the lawn for the rest of the day yesterday and the whole day today.

It’s a funny lawnmower. It is quite special, to start it I got to open the starter and close it half with my hand or foot. It’s a bit tricky, but once it’s running it runs. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Another part I’ve mown yesterday. The park is up to 2 hectars big? The whole property is 4 hectars big. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Rudi and Phex were terribly bored, the lawnmower is too loud for them. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Can’t remember when it looked that good last time, but it was probably after the 200€ lawnmowing last year. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Lawnpride. It’s green, it’s short, it’s lawn. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

Bach always helps me when I work. He is never bored. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported

I got to say it again, I can’t remember, if it ever looked that good. Sadly it won’t stay like that for long. Own photo on Flickr, licence: CC by-SA/ Creative Commons Attribution-Share Alike 3.0 Unported