Tleta

Tonight's street theatre -- a very brief piece about three generations of an Algerian family in France (tleta means three in Arabic). Instead of being in the amphitheatre, it was a peripatetic event around the square. Just as well new street lights were installed last week (featured here) -- even so, the light was hardly adequate for taking photos.

If you'd rather have more scops owl cuteness, it's here and here. I used the big camera this time, and G opened the shutters, so there was more light. We were a bit worried about it as it was wobbly on its feet and didn't want to eat. But yesterday G had to take a client's cat to the vet. After the vet had tended to the wounds inflicted by said cat while she was trying to get it into the basket, he told her he has a friend who runs a wild animal hospital in the Cévennes, and gave her the number. The upshot was that she was told to take it to the zoo in Montpellier, from where it would be picked up to be cared for and eventually set free. So after lunch she set off rather nervously -- over an hour's drive on a hot day -- and made it safely there. Sad to see it to go, but it was becoming a rather onerous responsibility not to mention the state of the bedroom.