Gas Stations of History:
For Monday’s stuff:
I was out in the woods again yesterday afternoon. The kittens again followed me out. I really meant to take the camera, because in just a minute one of these dudes was in this pot I have along the trail. The pot is two frogs hugging. It would hide and then raise up and slap at one of its siblings and then hide again. This is the empty pot:
I was cutting the ivy back from our trees. I have this small bird bath with a frog on it. When I got near this, one of the ‘blackies’ found a place to rest:
One of his siblings was laying in the trail just 5 feet away.
But all of a sudden I disturbed a bumble bee nest, ouch as I was fighting the bees and trying to get out of there, I scared the kittens and they scooted out of there. I received about 10 warning stings from mr/mrs bumble bees to LEAVE OUR HOUSE ALONE! I did.
HOWEVER, in my moving pretty fast I was stung on the ear and automatically slapped my hearing device into the ivy and did not see where it went. OUCH.
I forgot about the stings, I let the bees settle down and then spent an hour slowly looking for the device, and I did find it. LOL
The kitties came back, I shot this, and realized I had sweated
the haze on the lens. A real photographer would not post this one. LOL