Its suckers will destroy the plasterwork over time. In English I believe this plant is known as grape woodbine. Is there a connection to the cigarette brand “Woodbine”, I wonder? I knew a man called Woodbine once, who was neither clingy nor a (social) climber. So many associations!
Since I already posted about a proper storm or rather the aftermath of one called Lothar this week I am just sharing a view from our window yesterday. Not a real storm but a five minute long hailstorm. Luckily it was short and the pebbles were only small. Nothing to either write home about or keep in the fridge. I remember when a radio show host in Bavaria asked people if they had kept one of the golfball sized hailstones that pelted Munich in 1984, i.e. from 10 years earlier. He had hoped for one or two and the radio station was swamped with people coming by carrying cooler bags. That was before everyone had smartphones, of course. Today, people would just share their pictures online.
Before taking photos I had never noticed that curlicue at the tail of male mallards. It is quite distinct and rather pretty, probably with no other function than impressing the female of the species.
These two were quite obliging in showing off the difference between the genders.
Sometimes when I can’t think of a photo to use right away I go to various dicitonaries and try to find alternative meanings. In this case, I immediately thought of “high jinx” but I just couldn’t bring myself to post photos of friends when they were up to some. You know, privacy and all that.
Then I came upon the definition of “high Jinx” in the Urban Dictionary and – voilà:
high jinx = The act of simply getting your feline friend completely stoned. from Urban Dictionary
PS: No cats were harmed during the taking of this photo. He is called Louis and participated voluntarily in the shoot. He is alive and well and living in Newcastle, UK.
During the Rugby World Cup in 2015 we were in Newcastle for the match between Scotland and South Africa. This was on the day before and a team from the SABC (South African Broadcasting Corporation) were happy to do an interview with a German supporting the Sprinkboks. We don’t know if this snippet was ever seen in South Africa or whether it landed on the cutting floor.
The huge beast advanced towards its stricken opponent. Resistance was no longer an option. The behemoth opened its monstrous jaws and started ripping pieces of calcified flesh out of the now lifeless, giant carcass.