the goats

 The trees in the park are all bare now, but for the few that are never bare. The park is full of mainly deciduos trees, there are very few of the other ones. Climb all the way to the top of the hill, out of the valley containing Landshut town. There is pleasure that the shortness of breath experienced a year ago has become bearable.

The rheas are picking away in the distance, they do not seem to like the food provided by the visitors. There are no visitors anyway. There are no children hanging about this cold Friday.

At the duck pond see a man at standing at a hedge, putting things into the hedge. Wonder at this unusual behaviour, then look away for it is rude to stare. The man approaches and explains that he had hidden provisions to feed the animals with in the hedge, and that he planned to return later to feed the goats with salad. The sense behind this activity was mutually agreed.

The man appeared familiar, but he was difficult to place exactly.

Walk on through the park, there is a photographer and a bridal pair, taking pictures of the pair posing.

For the album.

Wish them well in passing.

Farther on, there is the man again, he walked down the hill and is coming up the hill now. Recognise him as the collector of German rangefinder cameras met on a walk in the Spring. Converse with him again, show him the camera at his request. His collection is of non digital cameras, but he immediately likes the sensation of holding the modern camera. He says he might buy one.

For a spontaneous decision, that is a lot of money. 

Then he goes on his way. Presumably to feed the goats.