trip in the winter, expeditions into the animal kingdom: The first fox we are already seeing the arrival of the car. Only game in town, and despite the great distance clearly visible, the snow is thanks. In the plane and also in the hills of Mechernich and bathroom Münstereifel is still no trace of snow. But starts behind Nettersheim the Eifel, white to color. On the night of Saturday falls replenishment. Not much, the roads remain free, just enough to cover the ground, trees and roofs. A fallen Winter Wonderland without traffic chaos and without bitter cold, we let you.
The thin snow cover, which smooths the country or not appeased, but only in a uniform color appears, the depth of space and the width of the Views to promote nor to stress the structures. Despite the hazy weather, they raised the prospect of wild animals tremendously. Not every dark spot in the white area is equal to one, but turns out to be the closer, often as freshly dug molehill. But every spot that moves is guaranteed an animal. In all the walks, we discover that: More foxes, a few more fields or on the other side of the valley, deer are a couple, the other side of the road or in the winter bald Buchenwald. Once we come closer to an open area up to a fox a hundred yards before he takes to his heels. Just as we see the animals from a distance, they see us very well early. The two deer that tear at the very last moment through the underbrush and run away scared us at least as much as we have roused them.
From Marder we are only the early morning rumble in the roof beams and the fresh tracks in the snow. Actually everything is full of animal tracks: Individually or together, successively or crossing, is compressed in some places into real Highways . They come from deer, rabbits, foxes, mice, birds and all sorts of actually at the forest edge, where the fox and the hare Good night, also of badgers. R. is the Boy Scout and follows a roof traces from a meadow stretches over hill and dale through dense mixed forest, before we on the edge of a slope in front of the imposing Dachsbau long, deep into the heart of the earth. We are excited - if we have been tracking the nocturnal Leger not own to face. That would be too good.
addition to the shy wild animals but we also have a couple of friendly animal encounters reported. In the village, of course, Border Collie Susie, who seems to have been waiting in front of their farm just us. Then the Iceland horses with their thick, shaggy winter coat, which we drop off at our bakery walk to Ripsdorf some strokes and carrots. The cow family that looks down from year-round open their stables and the adjacent pasture to the village. And finally, the house themselves two rams from neighboring Cameroon Js small flock that he had to separate for a while from their mothers and their offspring. The two bullies inhabit barn and garden and are a real asset. Even without their male relatives on the outskirts, we pay a visit. Have patience and dry Bread easier in both cases the approach to the very cautious animals.
Although the snow and closed cloud cover, the country appeared in uniform monochrome, the sight is good, it seems only as if all the color sucked. On closer inspection, falling one the few spots of color all the more: the green grass where the snow has melted, which almost always reddish-brown winter fur of the animals, the colorful paint the tractors, the steaming dung exit, rust and paint the dugouts, the freshly painted barn doors, the red of the snowy rose hips. As the sun one afternoon milky shines through the clouds, one half of the valley is bathed in blue shadows, the other warm and yellow lights in the sky all the colors. The brightly colorful carnival posters in the villages of an almost painful in their eyes. But the hype is still far away. Everywhere it is very quiet.
Of the many walks always become hungry again, we feed as the barn Drescher, let us not only the fresh Eifel stone oven bread and the particles from Ripsdorfer bakers, but also meat and cold cuts from forest Waldhof, baked potatoes and vegetables (parsnips!) taste. The purest wellness weekend. Almost crazed workload that haunts us both at present is forgotten. That did not quite work, but at least let the nerves grueling musings to a minimum and manages the nightly sleep better. escape
The city, for a brief chat with the neighbors on the street aside, talk to two days with a soul, not even a stroller meet, not to handle mail and no e-mails, the horrors of the big wide world just to get communicated through newspaper and served on television or the Internet to finally be able to re-read a lot that we do both infinitely good. As long as we are the refuge of our friends can continue to use occasionally, we are happy to approve these little escapes. Again and again. Without it, or we get bored or tired. We are happy.
The thin snow cover, which smooths the country or not appeased, but only in a uniform color appears, the depth of space and the width of the Views to promote nor to stress the structures. Despite the hazy weather, they raised the prospect of wild animals tremendously. Not every dark spot in the white area is equal to one, but turns out to be the closer, often as freshly dug molehill. But every spot that moves is guaranteed an animal. In all the walks, we discover that: More foxes, a few more fields or on the other side of the valley, deer are a couple, the other side of the road or in the winter bald Buchenwald. Once we come closer to an open area up to a fox a hundred yards before he takes to his heels. Just as we see the animals from a distance, they see us very well early. The two deer that tear at the very last moment through the underbrush and run away scared us at least as much as we have roused them.
From Marder we are only the early morning rumble in the roof beams and the fresh tracks in the snow. Actually everything is full of animal tracks: Individually or together, successively or crossing, is compressed in some places into real Highways . They come from deer, rabbits, foxes, mice, birds and all sorts of actually at the forest edge, where the fox and the hare Good night, also of badgers. R. is the Boy Scout and follows a roof traces from a meadow stretches over hill and dale through dense mixed forest, before we on the edge of a slope in front of the imposing Dachsbau long, deep into the heart of the earth. We are excited - if we have been tracking the nocturnal Leger not own to face. That would be too good.
addition to the shy wild animals but we also have a couple of friendly animal encounters reported. In the village, of course, Border Collie Susie, who seems to have been waiting in front of their farm just us. Then the Iceland horses with their thick, shaggy winter coat, which we drop off at our bakery walk to Ripsdorf some strokes and carrots. The cow family that looks down from year-round open their stables and the adjacent pasture to the village. And finally, the house themselves two rams from neighboring Cameroon Js small flock that he had to separate for a while from their mothers and their offspring. The two bullies inhabit barn and garden and are a real asset. Even without their male relatives on the outskirts, we pay a visit. Have patience and dry Bread easier in both cases the approach to the very cautious animals.
Although the snow and closed cloud cover, the country appeared in uniform monochrome, the sight is good, it seems only as if all the color sucked. On closer inspection, falling one the few spots of color all the more: the green grass where the snow has melted, which almost always reddish-brown winter fur of the animals, the colorful paint the tractors, the steaming dung exit, rust and paint the dugouts, the freshly painted barn doors, the red of the snowy rose hips. As the sun one afternoon milky shines through the clouds, one half of the valley is bathed in blue shadows, the other warm and yellow lights in the sky all the colors. The brightly colorful carnival posters in the villages of an almost painful in their eyes. But the hype is still far away. Everywhere it is very quiet.
Of the many walks always become hungry again, we feed as the barn Drescher, let us not only the fresh Eifel stone oven bread and the particles from Ripsdorfer bakers, but also meat and cold cuts from forest Waldhof, baked potatoes and vegetables (parsnips!) taste. The purest wellness weekend. Almost crazed workload that haunts us both at present is forgotten. That did not quite work, but at least let the nerves grueling musings to a minimum and manages the nightly sleep better. escape
The city, for a brief chat with the neighbors on the street aside, talk to two days with a soul, not even a stroller meet, not to handle mail and no e-mails, the horrors of the big wide world just to get communicated through newspaper and served on television or the Internet to finally be able to re-read a lot that we do both infinitely good. As long as we are the refuge of our friends can continue to use occasionally, we are happy to approve these little escapes. Again and again. Without it, or we get bored or tired. We are happy.
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