Sunday, September 13, 2015

A handful of beetle

I've been out flipping rocks, and came home with a stack of photos to process. Here's the first of the lot.

All out of breath.

Could that beetle ever run! I chased him and chased him and chased him through piled dead leaves and old sticks, caught him and lost him and caught him again. Then when I finally had him, he must have figured he was safe in my hand, and just sat there while I aimed the camera at him, one-handed.

The rest of the photos and story will be along presently.


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  1. Powell River Books10:52 am

    Big bug. Must have been under a big rock. - Margy

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