The amazing ants are at it again. I walk carefully down the path, always being aware of their industry. This particular morning I had to squat down and take a good look at these feathers, courtesy of the pine siskins, courtesy perhaps of Parlez. Sigh. He would wait behind a flower pot and when these happily fed birds flew by below six feet, he'd jump up with his mouth open and presto, sometimes he'd catch one. Sometimes some feathers fluttered, and that was good fortune for the ants. They did manage to get both of these down their front door. It took about a day. But they did it.
Why? I have no idea. Just part of the great Mystery.
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