The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
The family and the oldies went to have a chasse dinner at Le Motty on Saturday. The food was, as usual, really nice. The downside is that the wine service was a bit one-sided. The wine was quite nice though, and we should probably get a case of it.
I give thanks for the fact that we have good friends here, to share good food and good wine in a good atmosphere.
Also, I’m turkied out!
All pictures here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/thanksgiving_oct_2016/
Snapped this coming home from work last week. The duck convention was in town, discussing such varied topics as the declining quality of bread given out by the small humans, and the national security implications caused by the upsurge in immigration of the emperor duck, the slacker that manages to both steal all of the best jobs while simultaneously live off benefits.
This is the child at the moment.
Come and visit us in Vevey: the birthplace of our company, where it all began. Walk in the footsteps of Henri Nestlé and other inventors who shaped the brand so dear to the hearts of Swiss people. Immerse yourself in a playful, interactive trail, discover the magic of cult products.
All pictures here: https://www.flubu.com/blog/pictures/the_nest_sep_2016/
Bean and a couple of boys from the building found a kingfisher with a broken wing. We bundled it up in a box and took it to the local bird rescue shelter. Hope it makes it. It has a beautiful plumage.
Katy’s too warm and hasn’t been sleeping well these past few days, so she’s sleeping in the guest bedroom tonight. She’s left me with Angry Furby so “that he can spend the night scowling at me in her place; it’ll be like having her in bed”.
I’m part happy she thought of me, partly freaked out at having that thing stare at me all the time.
Edit:
It’s monday and we still have leftovers.
