Pounding the Pavements.

Sightseeing a different way.

Like any new start at work or business, we are putting a lot of effort into trying to find the best way to reach prospective clients. Through trial and error we found that handing out flyers is having good results.

Most mornings Bob and I get geared up to do the rounds in the different villages in the area. By geared up I mean lots of sunscreen, comfortable shoes, cap and a good attitude !

Most villages in Burgenland, are built along the roads. Very scenic but also deceptive as you don't realize how big they actually are. Handing out our flyers is the best way to explore the villages. When I started walking around the various villages, I got to see that they have lots of houses and farms unseen from the main road.
Often I stop and take in the beauty of a lot of these properties and its gardens. Especially in summer, the green lawns contrasted with reds and pinks of the various roses and maybe a few fruit trees, are a gem to behold.

The odd time it can be a bit scary, like yesterday. As I was putting the flyer through the postbox flap, a white Doberman launched himself of his spot in the shade and loudly barking flew at the fence to do his bit of work. Normally dogs don't phase me, but as the fence was only waist high and his paws were on the top of it already, I decided to beat a rather hasty retreat ! A couple of men in the garden next door must have had a good chuckle....

Biggi

Chicken Whisperer !

Sunday afternoons have surprising events...

Late Sunday afternoon the most horrendous looking clouds, or rather sky, gathered over us. Bob and I had never seen anything like it. Somehow it looked just like a scene from " Independence Day ". We battened down the Hatches, closing all and any window, unplugging TV and computer and sat down to watch the spectacle. But nature was kind and it was just a normal little storm in the end.

Relieved I went to the front bedroom to look out when I spotted our new neighbour wandering the grass verge across from us.
" Bob, quickly have a look at Werner's Chicken. " Having a look, Bob instantly swung into action.
" Come with me and help me herd it back home. "
Are chickens " herd-able ", I wondered but gave him the benefit of the doubt and followed him outside.

Turns out I need not have bothered, as Bob was next to the very tame chicken and talking to it. I sprinted inside for the camera and just arrived in time to see Bob walking and leading the chicken back to its abode. She even stood obediently while Bob opened the gate and like a good girl toddled off inside. That was the cutest thing I had seen in a long time.
My husband was extremely chuffed that he got her home without any grabbing, running or lost feathers !

As a lot of chickens here look the same, let's hope that it was one of Werner's lot, otherwise there will be extremely happy Rooster next door.

Biggi

Quite something

Isn't this precious ?