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Cats, feral and otherwise

January 25, 2016 Leave a comment
Completely unfased

Completely unfased

On the way down to Valtopina today I saw evidence that the cat-feeder had been there.

I’ve seen him in action sometimes, crouching, long grey hair in a ponytail down his back as he spreads a feast for the feral cats of the area.

Today it was pieces of meat – great strips and hunks at least three-quarters fat.

When I passed, there was one cat and the dog from the house opposite tucking in.

Feral cats are quite a phenomenon round here. In the nearby city of Foligno there’s a road up to a monastery frequented by a large population of cats of every colour and description, likewise fed by eccentrics.

The handsome cat in the photo doesn’t have the timid feral look to it at all as it basks against a garage door a bit further down in the valley. I took more than one shot and so was able to verify that it didn’t move a muscle even faced with Taylor straining on his lead to get to it.

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Teddybear ham

June 15, 2013 2 comments
A cheerful plate

A cheerful plate

I caught sight of this jolly face in the supermarket delicatessen.

It was at the end of a roll of meat through which the picture ran like a stick of seaside rock.

I was told it was part ham and part ‘speck’  (cured ham similar to ‘prosciutto’) but it actually has the consistency of ‘mortadella’ (a sausage made of ground pork).

Nobody in our household carefully cut the bear out with their knife.

But what a great way of boosting a child’s appetite!

Another boar hunt

October 14, 2012 Leave a comment

A young wild boar

I neither saw nor heard anything of this boar hunt.

The only way I knew it was happening was that I had a phonecall this morning saying they were about to come on our land, and another one a bit later confirming (at my request) that they’d cleared off.

I asked the hunt organizer if they’d caught any.

“Four,” he said.

Wow, I thought. “Big ones?”

“Medium sized.”

That’s still quite a lot of meat, which will be distributed among the hunters.

Although I once saw a mature boar, exhausted after being chased for miles by dogs, the ones I’ve seen round the house look like the one in the photo – young, long-legged and agile.

They give the impression of playfulness. In fact our neighbour told us that he’d seen one playing with their dog. I don’t know if I’d interpret it quite like that – I’d want our dog in the house, quick.

Having said that, I believe the main danger during a hunt is from the guns. Apparently there are a lot of accidents.