There’s nothing like leaping branch to branch through in a tree. Sometimes Hickory and I feel we’re flying like the birds, we move so fast.
Then you come upon something that really makes you think I need to watch where I’m going!
Yep, paper wasps. Building a new nest. Luckily, we had swerved to avoid the wild rose tangle they were in and missed leaping into them. Also luckily, this was a tiny piece of new nest, with not many wasps around. This late in the summer, that means a nest broke in a storm.
“Or did the hive split and these ones are establishing with a new queen?” Hickory asks with a twitch of his tail.
Well, we didn’t stick around to learn the answer.