Herr Igel, My Favorite German Neighbor
Up until a few days ago, our neighbor, Herr Igel, was coming to visit every evening. He always kept the same routine. At exactly 7:30PM, he would emerge from his overgrown home and waddle across the grass to our garden. From our window, we would spy on him as he sniffed the ground for food, snorting like a pig and…Continue Reading