OK, I just don't get it. We managed to get away for a lovely weekend in the small town of Berry (down near Nowra) for the weekend. Having been there before, we dutifully headed off to our favourite pub. I really like this pub. It's quirky and interesting, and the staff are always willing to have a chat and all the locals who frequent it are just as friendly.
I'm really just not sure what the deal is with people who put dead and stuffed animals up on their walls and ceilings as decorations. This place is filled with them. All sorts of them. There are deer and cows and a formidable looking bull.
Our noble national animals (never got that concept of having national animals and flowers and stuff, but that's another story) appear stuffed side by side in all their splendour. And there's a monkey dressed in red pants and shirt playing the banjo up next to a moose head (I think, it wasn't one of the taxidermist's best jobs, that one).
On the roof (sorry, my picture of that one didn't work out due to the lights on the ceiling) was a mighty black bear-skin. Resplendent king of the woods reduced to the indignity of a rug that's not even on the floor.
Can anyone explain? Is this as ridiculous as it seems, or am I being an oversensitive free love & mung beans hippy vegetarian on this one?
Tuesday, August 15, 2006
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