Little did I know on Monday that I would have a chance to drive by the sargent’s cherries again on Wednesday. I took Jack to the vet for a vaccination – there seems to be at least one of those due every spring – and to have him examined because he has been limping his front leg for a few days. (You can find my post on our visit of last year here.)
The cherry blossoms were even more abundant than two days earlier. This time I was there within office hours and I wasn’t the only one admiring the trees. A gentleman entering the building on business commented on the blooming that it was so marvellous you might think you were in Japan. Indeed, if you crop the photos nicely, you might imagine you were thousands of miles away, not in a village in Finland.
Had the reason been the viper (Vipera berus) (kyykäärme) we found dead in our garden the other day the leg would have been all swollen. It looks like Jack the predator may have cleared off a life-threatening enemy from his territory without any particular harm to himself despite the fact that the intruder was a poisonous snake, the only one living this far north. The limp may be a simple coincidence.
Oh Jack, why can’t you leave the dangerous ones alone? (More on Jack here.)