One of the many temptations of spring is to head off into the Wald (bush) on long walks. It takes a bit of discipline to wait, but in the end the temptation gets too much. Every afternoon we head off for a couple of hours or more.

But the locals have a peculiar habit, one among many. Given that it is Easter, they like to festoon any bit of bush with eggs. It might be a straggly thing in a can:

Or some elaborate job:

Usually the eggs are painted:

Eggs and … rabbits. I could never quite figure out the connection; whether the rabbits are supposed to lay eggs, but who’s to point to a slight inconsistency?

Probably makes more sense to put a rabbit on a bicycle:

At least the Moravian sheep is mercifully spared of bunnies and chook eggs: