The Fox, the Fawn and the Heron

 

Our Swiss village (pop.2400) looks nothing like the Swiss village stereotype. No streets with Swiss wooden chalets and red geranium window boxes, but it has its own Swissness.

The center, such as it is, covers a Roman villa, discovered a few years back in an archeological dig. has a church and plaza where a farmer's market sets up every Tuesday. The boulangerie/tea room is waiting for a new owner. Two restaurants, one gourmet, one pizza and a couple of shops complete the village center. 

There's farm land galore growing corn, hay and other produce depending on the time of year. A number of almost château-like mansions dot the landscape, although many are hidden behind 10+ foot hedges. The streets are narrow with a plethora of sleeping policemen (speed bumps). There are views of the Alps and Mont Blanc.

Walking Sherlock there's evidence of wildlife. In the spring at the edge of the forest there will be a sign asking people to leash their dogs so new born fawns have a start in life without canine harassment. We need to keep our dog from the dish in the garden where our landlady puts food. There was the night when Sherlock chased the fox.

Lately, a heron stands in the middle of different fields. Sherlock is fascinated. He makes no move to it. He is used to pigeons, doves, small birds, which I can't identify, but that long-legged creature? 

Would there be a children's book in creating a friendship between the fox, fawn, and heron? Each could have a talent that the others might be jealous of. The fox could be a hunter, the heron fly and the fawn knows when he grows up he will have a beautiful set of antlers like his daddy. At they end, they could each be proud of what they could do, the things that make them, them. 

I have too many other writing projects at the moment, but that does not stop me enjoying country life knowing that in 20 minutes, traffic willing, I can be in a major city.  

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