There's a wooden tool box in back garden. Every May it births termites. There's no set schedule. You just have to hit it right. I saw a few termites take flight and knew what was coming. They crawl out, dry off, take flight. Feast time. I prayed for warblers, but none in the garden. A good hatch-out only lasts about 8 minutes.
However, the sparrows don't miss a feast.
Fuzz was in same space demanding food from parent. French fries again?
Fuzz, who has less fuzz, was walking around in the driveway while I was watching termite hatch. He walked to and sat down by my shoes, too close for pictures. Then he walked right over my shoes and continued north. Dumb kid.
Monday, May 24, 2021
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