All knowledge I had regarding the Jackdaw, was the german diminuitive “Hupfdohle”, which I translated (possibly wrong) as Twinkle Toes, although that seems far to nice and tame in regards to the german word.
It never occured to me that the jackdaw is actually a very intelligent bird from the family of crows and if this would be the new edition of my WWF funded happy go lucky duh stuff about meh animals, then i would write what I initially intended to. But as I didn’t continue to write the text, as I really couldn’t think of a remotely funny connection between jackdaws and twinkle toes, I took a break and came back to it and to my senses a bit later.
During the time I spent in Berleburg, I wrote quite a lot, but nothing that would remotely qualify as a blog post, bar the small rant on radio alarm clocks. The other texts were sort of self reflections in a personal journal fashion. I did however note down some things that seemed interesting enough to be developed into posts.
On the day I encountered the jackdaws there were 2 words on that list, one being the stupid bird, the other casemates and a speech impaired tour guide.
Now the latter will be definitly covered in post, being the highlight of that day. The birds? Uhm…..errr…I am still not sure how those birds made the list and the only explanation I have is …. dizziness.
Those little f******s made their home in the old castle wall drainage holes (hundreds) and looking up there, watching the fowl shooting into and out of those wall holes really made me dizzy.
Thinking back to that day in Dillenburg, there definitly were other memorable moments, excluding birds and the fabulous casemates.
Here is a short list of stuff concerning our Dillenburg trip, that are way cooler than flying shitters.
The magic of numbers ending in 2 :
The trips we did before consisted of five people filling 1 car and therefore making planning and car pooling a no-brainer. For this trip the number of people interested in tagging along, rose to 7 and even as many as 9, hinting for the need of a second car. Funnily enough, 10 minutes past departure time that saturday morning, Peter and I were standing alone in the parking lot. The otheres nowhere to be seen. Made us the 2-guy-road-trip (we still had a lot of fun).
Historic carcass timber framed city center, around 10-15 houses with a historic protestant church which made me loose faith in christianity a little bit. Why do you have your church closed in plain daylight? On a sunday?? Really??? A Tower in honour of William the Silent, Prince of Orange, who lived in one of the largest fortifications in middle europe in, yes you guessed it, Dillenburg. Castle gone, Tower built on the hill, now decorated with a nice statue and tulips, planted by her majesty, the dutch queen Trixie, herself. Nothing else.
He was dutch, orange, had two lions for a short time, married to Anna van Egmont and wasn’t fond of the spanish and Jan Rubens at all.
Father of Peter Paul Rubens, lover of Anna van Egmont and tennant of a prison cell near William the Silents lions.
Tasty verbal challenge for english native speakers, consisting out of a famous Schnitzel on toast with a fried egg on top and paired with chips, mmmhmmm yummy.
Imperial eagle wine:
Wine bottles with an eagle on the lable looking very much like the eagle being used in germany for 12 years in the last century. Arian grape juice? I was gobsmacked.
So with this variety of attractions, that made the visit to Dillenburg a memorable one, I don’t have the slightest clue, why the jackdaw stuck in my mind.
Reading: The gunslinger – Stephen King
Music Suggestion: Weekend Rapture – Bright White Lightning