|Woof! (Guarding a garage door.)|
For the moment, though, I'm back home in Delta. Here, things are normal. Sort of.
|This moth was sleeping behind my bag of chicken manure. I had to practically stand on my head to get near enough for a photo. I couldn't reach him to capture him without moving too much stuff.|
|He has an interesting "collar", so I stooped even lower ...|
|... and zoomed way in. So he woke up and flew away, leaving me stumbling over bags and stools.|
I've got a green caterpillar on my desk, skeletonizing a young kale leaf left over from the party the other day. It matched the leaf so perfectly, it almost got cooked. Now its darkened a bit, and is almost twice the size it was when I found it. (The leaf is about half the original size.)
|Busily eating, night and day.|
|The half-inch of water in the bottom of the jar is full of caterpillar poop.|
And I'm babysitting a ladybug pupa that's getting ready to break out. I'll have photos later on.
But that's all perfectly normal, isn't it?