{"id":830,"date":"2019-05-13T05:49:06","date_gmt":"2019-05-13T07:49:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/?p=830"},"modified":"2022-08-11T18:16:26","modified_gmt":"2022-08-11T16:16:26","slug":"buvusios-fazanines-vieta","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/zemelapio-objektai\/buvusios-fazanines-vieta\/","title":{"rendered":"The place of the former pheasantry (Parko g. 1)"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<p>According to Adolfas Daumantas, the cook at the Manor, M. K. \u010ciurlionis loved to spend time in the park, he liked the mysterious, dark places, the densities of trees transitioning to the natural forest. He liked the ponds, the swans floating in them, the walking peacocks. He admired the loops of Babrungas river meandering through the park, the pond turtles living there so-called <em>cherepachs<\/em> (in Russian \u2013 \u0447\u0435\u0440\u0435\u043f\u0430\u0445\u0438). On the western side of the park by the farm gate a pheasantry was situated, with colourful pheasants walking around and a domesticated roe deer visiting from time to time. <em>Ba\u017eanterininkas<\/em> (the pheasant keeper) fed the pheasants twice a day gathering the birds in a strange \u201cmusical\u201d way \u2013 by trumpeting. When the birds heard this sound, they ran to the aviary, knowing that the sound of the trumpet meant breakfast, and another sound of the trumpet \u2013 dinner. When M. K. \u010ciurlionis was leaving Plung\u0117, the pheasant keeper Andrzej Kotowiak came to bid him farewell accompanied by a beautiful live escort \u2013 pheasants, peacocks and a domesticated roe deer. M. K. \u010ciurlionis felt at home with this lovely company: he often patted the back of a beautiful roe deer, nibbled grass for it, and admired the pheasant feathers. M. K. \u010ciurlionis did not forget this place in the years to come, when he and his young wife Sofija stayed with her uncle priest Vincentas Jarulaitis in the rectory and were taking every-day walks around the Plung\u0117 area and the park. The couple would also turn past the former \u201cmenagerie\u201d, which at that time was already torn down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n<p>The pheasantry was where the Manor\u2019s fauna keeper resided. Pheasants were also reared here. They were called <em>ba\u017eankos<\/em> (in Polish <em>ba\u017eant<\/em> \u2013 pheasant), and the keeper \u2013 <em>ba\u017eanterininkas<\/em>. Andrzej Kotowiak was the last pheasant keeper. (E.Ravickien\u0117 <em>\u0160imtme\u010di\u0173 takais<\/em> (On the Paths of Centuries)).<\/p>\n\n\n\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><img loading=\"lazy\" width=\"701\" height=\"518\" src=\"http:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Screenshot-2021-03-24-at-14.50.31.png\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-2191\" srcset=\"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Screenshot-2021-03-24-at-14.50.31.png 701w, https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/03\/Screenshot-2021-03-24-at-14.50.31-300x222.png 300w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 701px) 100vw, 701px\" \/><\/figure>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>According to Adolfas Daumantas, the cook at the Manor, M. K. \u010ciurlionis loved to spend time in the park, he liked the mysterious, dark places, the densities of trees transitioning to the natural forest. He liked the ponds, the swans floating in them, the walking peacocks. He admired the loops of Babrungas river meandering through [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"kt_blocks_editor_width":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"translation":{"provider":"WPGlobus","version":"2.6.5","language":"en","enabled_languages":["lt","en"],"languages":{"lt":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false},"en":{"title":true,"content":true,"excerpt":false}}},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/830"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=830"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/830\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":2925,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/830\/revisions\/2925"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=830"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=830"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ciurlioniokelias.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=830"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}