Weevil Days …
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Up on the stick he became more lively, familiar sense of wood underfoot, antennae outstretched alert.

For whatever weevil might find. A tangle of dried roots at the end of a stick. That led back to the green.
Weevil on the wheelybin lid – yellow for recyclables, just sitting there, unaware of the swirl of the world beyond.
So I got a stick and encouraged it to climb on. It obliged, and after a short journey and a few shots I sent it into a nearby tree.
Happy it seemed to be on the green again, it lifted those long legs and disappeared into the shimmering sense of nature.
No problem … on his little weevil mind.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look … and click again.
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