Not too far away from a small village in Southern Corfu there is a small field, traditionally called Varagas. (Nobody knows what it means any more). It is a truly peaceful place and where my parents' pets live. A few days ago I was there to help them and I took some pics as well. So here it is: food time.
''- Someday WE are going to feed YOU, bastards with no wings!''
My father taking the eggs
it's time to bring the other guys back
''-I am feeling a little strange...I mean...reading Hegel the whole night..''
My mother head of the Caravan
-Who's the Boss now, bitch? :P
The kids listened to their mothers and can't wait for fresh milk
Closer
And here, last but not least, another old friend (who smelled food)
Don't worry, be happy. :)
2 comments:
Excellent Herr XZ! We've had too much... urbanism in the last posts, so this was perfect for a change!
(I know some friends of mine are jealous of your father and what he does!)
Perfect indeed :)
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