Not beavers

As a reprieve from wild animals destroying our trees, here is a little interlude of other creatures around the town. 

For starters: two of the remaining gaggle of white geese who used to terrorise Gorinchemers. Once, they would gather at one of the entrances to the city, arrogantly crossing the road in large numbers, honking at the stalled traffic and attacking passers-by and their shopping bags of fresh bread from Van de Grijn bakers. 'Twas too much: the powers that be captured most of them and supposedly carted them off to petting zoos around the country. I do wonder if they really wound up on the plates of the local civil servants.

These two managed to escape the cull, and have temporarily taken up home between the houseboats and the train station. Try to take a picture and they make a vicious grab for your trouser-cuffs. And when they're not doing that, they're presumably having it off with each-other, and hey-ho, maybe next year the geese rounder-uppers will have another slap-up nosh.  

Semi-domestic

... and here - in great internet tradition - are CATS! I've learned that every good blogger falls back on them when you can't think of anything else to post. These two are playing trains on the back of the armchair.

Bon voyage! All aboard! A bientot!

Very domestic