Monochrome Madness #3: Textures
The other morning I was heading out the front, when I saw the line of these hairy buggers marching across the wet pavers at the front verandah. Thought #1; where have they been, thought #2; what have they eaten in the garden and thought #3; where are they going. They were sort of doing a U-turn. I watched a knot of the Processional Caterpillars to see who could push their way into the line. Nearly all of the Fringe Wattles in the bush around the place, their favourite food, have been stripped of their leaves.
Count the textures
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