27 | March | 2020 | Nature's Place

Weevil Days …

At rest, unworried by the missing lower rear leg. Weevil being what weevil does.

Still and unmoved by the giant nearby. A perfect opportunity to become acquainted.

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.