Out in Front
I’ve looked and looked to see what these creatures may be, unsuccessfully. They were at the farm we often visit, travelling slowly down the tree in a very close knot. The farmers, knowing my interest in all things critter-ish, suggested I take them home with me to see what they turn into, as they couldn’t furnish me with more information. I couldn’t – because I don’t know what they eat. It’s vexing to not be able to discover what they are.