Everyone seems to be blogging, so I'm jumping in as well. I was told it was easy and a great way to share what's happening in our neck of the woods. This is a real labor of love for me tonight, though, since we're out of milk and grocery stores in Bavaria close by 8 p.m. and my blogging experiment means that we're skipping coffee tomorrow.
Another perfect, sunny day in Bavaria. Greg and I got out to the park for a picnic at lunch, where we typically feed the ducks and visit this huge cage of birds. (Lunches are relaxed here: in a hour, we can pick up fresh rolls and cold cuts at the bakery, have our picnic with the birds, and if I'm lucky, convince Greg to get a gelato with me. I love how close everything is in our little town.)
Another perfect, sunny day in Bavaria. Greg and I got out to the park for a picnic at lunch, where we typically feed the ducks and visit this huge cage of birds. (Lunches are relaxed here: in a hour, we can pick up fresh rolls and cold cuts at the bakery, have our picnic with the birds, and if I'm lucky, convince Greg to get a gelato with me. I love how close everything is in our little town.)
My favorite bird at the park is a goldfasan (Golden Pheasant), who looks like a cross between a chicken and a peacock. He's always happy to play "peek-a-boo" and march around the cage as Greg and I walk outside, and today he preened back and forth, especially proud of his red chest and long tail. His wings appear to be clipped, but he can jump a couple feet onto tree stumps around the cage, which he does to get a better look at his visitors. I uploaded a photo of another goldfasan, which Greg thinks is a pale comparison of the real thing.
