foraging, animals, animated

  Garden visitor.

Thought for the day. When we begin to think of ourselves as the animals, which we are, it is easier, though no less excusable, to explain some of  the grotesque and cruel practices of the human race.

In The Grove I watch fascinated as one of the brown plastic bags intended for the removal of dog shit by dog owners, as it lies on the grass, inflates and delflates in the breeze, like a lung.