…leaving three intact. We’ve been getting a lot of double yolkers lately. Young commercial hens?
(It happens in old hens too, but commercial hens don’t live to be old.)
Two eggs, broke a yolk…
Category: Uruguay
Trash collection, mostly.
Yesterday morning, I stopped a half block away from the garbage truck workers. Most car drivers have some respect for occasionally ditzy dogs, but garbage truck drives go fast. Best to stay clear.
The lift on the back didn’t work too well, perhaps because—duh—there wasn’t enough space in the truck. Stuff kept spilling out. They lowered the container, compressed the load, and picked up most of what it had dumped in the middle of the road.
Which reminds me that…
This morning, approaching from the other side, I see that apparently a neighbor, perhaps Tabaré whom I met recently, cleaned up the bit in the road.
All the other stuff? One day, probably fairly soon as summer tourist season is winding down, they’ll come around with a loader and dump truck. Not pretty, admittedly, but eventually things do get cleaned up.
It’s back to school time!
And once again, time for Uruguayan pre-schoolers to dress up as 19th century Chinese peasants (sans chapeaux), while elementary dress up as…as…as something somebody 100 years ago decided would serve social equity by making all students look equally ridiculous?
Dunno. I’m open to suggestions.
And, oh yeah—there, I fixed it.
Somehow not threatening
Well, alrighty then.
Just a reminder to be prepared for anything on a dog walk around town.
Hardhats, def.
Another summer concert incoming. Quite stunning how quickly this massive scaffolding goes up. Kind of like a huge jungle gym.
Gang’s all here!
Morning, New Year’s Day. The weekend neighbors have crammed five cars inside their fence.
The brown rectangle to the right perhaps indicates the pozo negro, or septic tank, so it’s understandable one might not choose to park on top of it. But why not park on the lawn outside the fence?
Worried about New Year’s Eve fireworks? Well, there are some, but they’ve diminished significantly in recent years.
No, I think the real reason is simple: they’re city people.
Nowhere near as noisy as in years past, so no complaints. Just curious.
How to tell your neighbor he’s trashy
Ya know, without actually saying anything.
Parque Francisco Lecocg
A house guest wanted to see local fauna , which presented a challenge until I discovered Parque Francisco Lecocg. At the edge of protected wetlands northwest of Montevideo, it has a number of species, including peacocks who crowd the entrance road as if looking for handouts (I wonder why), and freely-wandering llamas. Neither is native, but hey.
The park consists of large enclosures. Apparently the idea of rheas and monkeys wandering around freely isn’t as visitor-friendly, so sorry guys: fences.
For some reason, there is a grassy enclosure with a few capybaras (largest living rodents, native to South America) next to one packed with them. They were to the right of this photo; note the absolute lack of vegetation if you don’t believe me.
A substantial aviary unfortunately appears to be uninhabited.
You can also find, somewhat inexplicably, several zebras. A couple of boys did their best to get a reaction from one of the three we saw.
Alas, it just stood there, doing absolutely nothing.
Though not necessarily a tourist attraction, this is the kind of place I’m glad to know exists. It was full of families, active barbecue grills, and kids playing futbol. Atlántida had a small and unexciting zoo until “animal rights activists” “liberated” the inhabitants, many of whom apparently succumbed to vehicular traffic (but for a good cause—?). I don’t know the details. Our local is now part gardening center and part playground, where it is equally popular with families.
