Saturday before last I was heading out to do a living history demo (did I take pictures? No. Imagine people in 1800's dress doing 1800's things). I drove off, and a few moments later came back up the drive and walked into the house. "What did you forget" asked Bob. "I forgot to move the tree out of the driveway." Yep--another tree down. So he got out the chainsaw and cleared enough out of the way to get the car out. Then when we had time we took the rest of the tree down (because, of course, it was in my walking path. I think Nature is telling me I don't have to do my walking, because trees keep landing in the path), and did our by now routine of cutting up and dragging to the burn pit.
When we sat down to take a break, Bob noticed something tiny and green on his arm. Fortunately he looked closer before brushing it off, because it was the tiniest perfect praying mantis.
Forced perspective is making it look much bigger than it was--which was about 1/4" long. Despite it's diminuative size, it was still agressive (as mantis tend to be--thank goodness even adults are not large) and when I got the camera closer he attacked it! Then we had a lively search to find the almost invisible beastie to move him to a safe leaf.
Not too long after than a coyote ran past us and into the woods--maybe 20 feet away. Life in the swamp can be interesting . . .
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