The very hungry caterpillar
has cousins by the score;
single-minded critters
whose battle cry is “More!”
So formally attired,
you’d think them more discreet,
but completely unembarrassed
they hold dinner with their feet.
The very hungry caterpillar
has cousins by the score;
single-minded critters
whose battle cry is “More!”
So formally attired,
you’d think them more discreet,
but completely unembarrassed
they hold dinner with their feet.
Holy pupae, Batman! This guy is huge!
This is not the striped fellow I showed you a few days ago;
this one dwells on the shady side of the parsley,
under the basil.
As I respectfully backed away from it, something else caught my eye:
Part hummingbird, part catfish.
Something that oughtn’t be flying around my garden.
Something I’d never seen before.
It gave me the creeps.
Google tells me it is a hummingbird moth. That is even creepier.
Meanwhile
two birds the size of 747s settled on my neighbor’s chimney.
Ugly things. Vaguely ominous.
Indiana Department of Natural Resources says they are turkey vultures,
graceful, intelligent, and
“Peace Eagles,” according to the Cherokee Nation.
More, they are curious about humans.
(Well, who isn’t?)
Good gracious, I hope they weren’t too curious about ME —
I’d been working in hot humidity — how closely did I resemble roadkill?
Monster caterpillars, flying catfish, chummy vultures.
Enough of summer!
I’m ready for fall!
Good-bye, August!
August countdown.