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| Did you ever try to get close enough to take a portrait of a caterpillar? |
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| I'm not sure I ever had, before. |
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| Where this caterpillar had been openly moving along |
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| when it sensed a looming presence (that would be me) it headed for the nearest shelter. |
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| I'm not sure I got these pictures in order. |
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| Before it disappeared entirely, I picked it up. I wish I could say I enticed it onto a dry leaf.. How does one entice a caterpillar? I picked it up. The obvious reaction of self protection occurred. |
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| I waited, trying not to shake the leaf too much. Uncurled and marching on, the caterpillar found the edge of the leaf and thus my waiting lens. |
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| Then I had only to crop |
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| and crop some more. |






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Johnny's was named George. He fed it clover every day faithfully...he brought it on the field trip to the fire station on Friday...somehow he lost him...now George is a fire station caterpillar : )
ReplyDeleteOh, how cute and a little sad. :)
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