Böser Osterhase Osterfest

We went to Sankt Wendel for the Bad Easter Bunny Easter Fesival this morning. The streets were full of people acting like bumper cars in a demolition derby. I’ve been in much denser crowds in Mardrid, Paris and Rome, and people did not bump into each other like they were at the Böser Osterhase Osterfest today. You would think Früling would bring out the best in people.

Atlas: “Oh nein! Nicht ein böser Osterhase!”

Sunrise

Common Chiffchaff

I saw Squirrel Nutkin on our walk this morning.

Eurasian Blue Tit

Carion! My wayward Crow. Where hast you been, and where dost you go?

Red kite

The sign claims the St. Wendeler Easter Festival is the most beautiful spring festival. It brings out a bumber crop of people.

A Red Kite was looking to make a meal of the Böser Osterhase.

Carion the wayward Crow fallowed us to Sankt Wendel.

Carion Crow clocking in.

Plank roasted salmon seems to be a staple at festivals

The Basilica of St. Wendelin

I missed the mice in at the alter of the church, but, fortunately, Tristan got them.

She also noticed a fishy doorknob.

WWI memorial

Stations of the Cross

The City Council building seems appropriately named.

It’s safe to look now, Atlas!

Sunny

Sunrise

We have had sunshine the past three days.

Common Wood-Pigeon

Eurasion Blue Tit

Moloney’s Irish Pub & Grill has trivia every Thursday night. My daughter’s team was in first place going into last night’s round.

The pub has dollar bills hanging from the ceiling.

The field was plowed yesterday while we were in Frankenstein.

After trying to photograph more birds, Freyja and I explored a new trail.

Sunset while on our way to pole dance class tonight.

Atlas

Cathedral @ Trier & More

The snowpack on the Rocky Mountains is sparse.

If it weren’t for the clouds, I might have seen Dundee, Scotland. The map on the plane said Dundee was below us at that point.

The mainland. I believe we were starting to fly over the Netherlands.

Restaurant at the castle in Landstuhl

The neighbor’s chickens

Atlas

A tat of a cat named Atlas

Leaving On A Jet Plane

Clouds relfecting in the twilight

Geese @ twilight

Dawn

I’m flying to Germany tomorrow. Spunk helped me pack.

Spunk posing for Laurie

“What do you mean I can’t go?”

Sunset

Beaver

A beaver swam in the shallows, while cranes were taking a break on their way north.

Beaver stopped in front of us to get a snack. He paid no attention to us.

Dusk

Uppity Kitty

Worm Moon at Dawn

Cranes flying up north from down south are passing through.

“What’s this uppity women from the Middle Ages stuff? What about uppity middle-aged cats from the here and now? I’m going to go medieval on that paper!”

Sunset

Beaver in the pink

Cranes that flew from down south, on the way north, roosting at 4th of July Point for the night.

Bloody Worm Moon Setting

Clouds tried to hold onto the Bloody Worm Moon

But it slipped through the clouds

Dawn

Cloud skullduggery

The river is down. The cranes are out!

Silver

Sunset

What’s the mystery shot of?

Where cranes once foraged
A lone duck stood reflecting in the shallows
Silence pushed against the current
Winter yawned while preparing her bed
Spring stirred under leafy covers
Dreaming colors that wait her awakening

Cloud-Like Layers

NIght sky

Cloud-like layers hang in the air
Silence, once jet noise, rings of freedom
To get from here to there in hours’ time
The send from there to here for just a few dimes
Guaranteed delivery by next-day air
Supply chain in the physical cloud
Knights in white satin?
Exhausted to deliver
Us along with the goods
A lifeline for our way of life

Gwendoly working on a load of dirt and leaves

Dusk

Marble hogging the cheese

Cranes reflecting before they fly north