Three little pigs but no big bad wolf.
Well to be honest it wasn’t three little pigs, it was three herds of wild hogs 🙂 I was a bit annoyed at myself since we went out a bit too early before the sun rose this morning. We would come home almost at the same time the sun had risen above the mountains up north. So instead of walking home the usual road I decided that we should go to the creek and follow it upstream till we came to the forest road.
I wasn’t to happy about walking in the field before the creek went in to the forest because the grass is pretty high and we had so much dew here this morning that it dripped from the roofs, it actually looked as if it just had stopped raining. I knew we would be soaking wet before we reached the more dry forest. I didn’t say much to the dogs while we were walking there, I was more occupied by looking where the grass were as shortest.
I could see that the dogs were a bit exited and took a look across the creek and there they were, the first of the three herds of wild hogs this morning. They did walk away from the creek but both they and I knew that creek would be too much to cross to reach each other, so they were in no hurry. I just stood there watching them until I realised it would be a good idea to take a few photos too so I could show them here. We continued upstream when I once again realised that both Nova and Sune was a bit too exited, we had another group of them in front of us 🙂
They ran away quickly so I never got a chance to take any photos of them. This is not the time to leash the dogs because if the hogs would attack the dogs would have no chance at all to escape but it is a very good idea to have good control of them anyway 🙂 We came out to the forest road and I kept talking loud since I knew we had one group of hogs behind us and one beside us, so I have to say that I was a bit surprised when we suddenly saw a third group of them. This time it was two sows and two rather old piglets. I kept the dogs very close to me since I didn’t know if there was a boar nearby. So I stopped being annoyed at myself since I actually had gone out just exactly when I should have 🙂
I got my camera yesterday as You know and it is a Zeiss Ikon Super Ikonta 531 and this one was built in Germany just before WW2 started. I didn’t think much about what year it was built until I realised from where it was being shipped to me. It turns out the seller lives in Ukraine! I’m not sure I would have bought it if I knew that since Ukraine hasn’t been the calmest of countries lately. Well anyway, I started to wonder how a WW2 camera ended up in former Soviet Union. The likelihood that someone would have bought it and imported it to the Soviet Union at that time was slim to none, so how did it end up there?
There’s probably a boring reason but my imagination started to work on high speed 🙂 Was it a German soldier who brought it when Germany attacked Soviet? Back in the days this was a fairly expensive camera so I doubt it would be anyone at the front line, perhaps someone coming just behind? Was this camera at the west front when Germany marched in to Paris? and why did it stay in Ukraine? Did the owner freeze to death like so many other soldiers when nothing went their way when winter arrived? Just imagine what stories this camera could teall if it only could speak 🙂
The bellow had a rip in it but that was easily fixed and it has passed the flash light test. The shutter works fine when it comes to high speeds but not so good when it comes to sow speeds. I guess it really would need some new greas, the old kind they used to use has a tendensy to dry up. I’ll see if that is something I can do myself, otherwise I’ll just use the camera on bright sunny days 🙂
It is time for tea with ginger. I slept a few more hours last night so I guess I’m going in the right direction 🙂
Have a great day!