Early morning Chipmunk…asleep? Or waking up? Very, very still and dogs were totally oblivious.
As seen from the sitting room window.
This mornings Squirrel. Heard swearing in the tree first and then seen through all the leaves and sun dappled branches.
A small papery moth, drying it’s wings after the rain
The beautiful colours of Something so small and perfect.
Every year a Butterfly stays for an afternoon on the driveway, it bobs as if on invisible string, it floats and breathes and lets me spend time to appreciate every aspect and beauty about it.
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