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I knew I’d find them. There were others in the bird bath, too.
the tree holds them gently in her mouth!
You’re right, it does look like a mouth with very voluptuous lips.
The safest place for them!
The longer they stay asleep in that old tree, the longer my garden foliage remains uneaten! I cannot bring myself to kill them but sometimes I collect them up in a bag and release them in the wild, where their voracious appetites can be better accommodated.
They thought you’d never find them there, Sarah, but they were very much mistaken. 🙂
I never miss a trick, as far as they’re concerned!
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Writes quirky novels, speculative flash fiction, haiku and tanka. Nature lover. Novice photographer. Allotment freak. Mezzo soprano. British eccentric.
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