Solitary walks produce unexpected surprises. I’m not saying that companion walks don’t offer the same, but walking alone, my eyes and ears stay focused outward. Today was a day of animals, from ducks, to cats, to chickens, to butterflies, to lizards.
My first surprise was a squawking duck (goose?) on the wall along the Arno. He was talking up a storm, perhaps a little (or a lot) afraid that he had strayed from the riverbank where he lived with his buddies and didn’t know how to get home.
My first surprise was a squawking duck (goose?) on the wall along the Arno. He was talking up a storm, perhaps a little (or a lot) afraid that he had strayed from the riverbank where he lived with his buddies and didn’t know how to get home.
Next, along the path to the Piazzale Michelangelo, behind a fence and bushes two women were tending to cats in little ‘red cross’ boxes. Evidently I had come across, among other things, a shelter for stray cats.
A rooster and hen were also enjoying themselves in the same enclosure further up the path.
Not to be outdone, a butterfly felt quite at home with me on the path.
And finally, among the gravestones at San Miniato, a lizard was sunning himself.
