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WAS DINNER LURKING IN THE WOODS IN THE BACKGROUND?

October 31 - Small hotels that we have been staying in are consistently clean as can be, with tiled bathrooms, neat, bright rooms and nicely decorated dining and breakfast rooms. Poofy, puffy down bedding is the rule, but the poof still dissolves in the middle of the night. TV is all and only in German. At this rate we may pick up the language by the time we leave the country . We have devised a WONDERFUL way to have a picnic lunch on the road. Breakfast is always included so we have our juice, egg, buns, cheese, cold cuts and coffee at the breakfast table, then prepare another two buns with cheeses and ham or braunzweiger or whatever, then stick it in our BIG green handbag to bring along for LUNCH!! Works great, so far!

Off we go early, driving through the countryside, green expanses divided by picturesque small villages, larger towns and several cities, all still with beautiful Autumn color on the trees and miles and miles of patchwork-quilt-hillsides bright with vineyards in every shade of gold, orange and red that we HAD to photograph. Toward evening the hotel search began again. After several trips around a marketplace and across the same bridge several times, we finally found a room at Hotel Lowenstein in Wertheim near Frankfort. The room is very comfy and we chatted with the manager as we enjoyed a glass of local wine. She thought my German pronunciation was quite good, surprising because I’m only comfortable with about a dozen words: ‘Zwei weiswein, trocken’ (two white wines, please) and ‘doppelzimmer mit douche, bitte’ (double bed and shower, please). We walked, following the manager's suggestion, to a small, old bistro on the walking street and found it crowded with locals, all seeming to enjoy the Special Dinner menu on the little board. We ordered the special, please. “No,” we were told, “You will not enjoy it”. "Yes, we will" we replied. "No, you won't" she insisted. “Is it all gone?” we asked. “No, we have more but you will not enjoy it.” So, “What is it?” we asked. “I don’t know how to say it” the waitress replied, and then added “It’s the little animal that runs in the woods . . . So, please, order something else”. She seemed adamant, so we ordered the rumpsteak mit greenfodder (neat name for a salad!). We'll never know what we missed out on . . .

(Note: To this day, whenever we encounter a mysterious item on a menu, we wonder if it is that ‘little animal that runs in the woods' . . . and we still wonder exactly what that little animal was . . . )

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  • We encountered these two male Western Diamondback Rattlesnakes on a back road in the Rio Grande Valley in Texas as they first approached each other. For approximately half an hour, we were able to photograph them as they engaged in a ritual that we learned later that it is called a Combat Dance and that it has rarely been seen in the wild.<br /> Each of the snakes was at least six feet in length with a massive body. Again and again, each raised the front third of his body and, with heads held high and tongues flicking, they entwined necks. Then, each pushed and strained, as if in an arm-wrestling match, trying to topple the other. This was repeated over and over, both on the road and in the adjacent desert brush and grasses, and the only sounds were of scuffling and a loud whomp! as one or the other was thrown to the ground. <br /> Eventually, one of the rattlesnakes slithered off into the brush. The other, the winner we presumed, only then took notice of us and began to advance and we, obviously, quickly headed back to our car, breathless and thrilled by what we had seen and photographed. <br /> This image received an award in the BBC Wildlife Photographer of the Year Competition and subsequently was published in National Geographic Magazine (USA) and on the cover of ten foreign issues of National Geographic in Europe, South America and the Middle East in the language prevailing in the area, this one published in Portuguese in Brazil.
  • This photo has the strangest history of any of our photographs. It was over two years before we realized we even had it. It all started when we were driving Laguna Atascosa NWR in Texas and were invited to witness the release of one of their ocelots which had been trapped for a routine health check. Although we had often checked their traps over the past couple of weeks while we were photographing in the backcountry we had not seen any captured animals. (Incidentally, those traps were each fitted with a chicken which had been TRAINED not to panic if approached by an ocelot!) At the arranged time, we met up with a small group headed by Linda Laack, the biologist in charge, and proceeded to the release site. Linda requested we stand on either side of a trail formerly used by the cat in the hope it would proceed directly into the photo setup of the refuge’s staff photographer, Tim Cooper. Well, so much for that plan! IN THE SAME INSTANT THAT THE TRAP DOOR WAS RAISED, THE OCELOT FLASHED PAST ALL OF US IN A BLINDING BLUR. Virginia pushed the shutter button by reflex alone while Robert could only point his camera in the general direction of the fleeing ocelot! Although we did see the flash go off, that was ALL we saw! The assistant for Tim Cooper yelled “There it goes!” causing Tim to pick up his camera just as the ocelot sprang over the very bush Tim was focused on. Disappointed, Tim returned to the release site exclaiming in frustration that it might have been better to sing out “Here it comes, Tim” rather than “There it goes!” It seemed that no photos were taken that day. <br /> <br /> Two years later, we were once again doing some photographic work at Laguna Atascosa NWR when we decided to send a batch of film in for processing. A roll of 100/1000 ISO film pushed to 800, which had been pulled from Robert's camera, had been floating around our motor coach for two years but because we so very rarely use that type pf film, it never got used up. What the heck! We sent it in for processing. That batch of film came back from the processor with a major surprise. We had nailed the ocelot “dead on” from the tip of its tail to the point of its nose with all four paws off the ground! We gave Linda Laack a copy of the photograph in appreciation of our once-in-a-lifetime experience. We later received a request from Linda to allow usage of the photo in both the Smithsonian publication and on the web page for the Defenders of Wildlife.com
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