the world is to the insects, said the pheasant

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I stood there a long time, while the bird came towards me. I could have filmed him, I thought afterwards, but suddenly something else grabbed its attention, and he disappeared between the weed.

A very rare butterfly, and I waited until it landed on some flower, but a moped passed, and it flew away; couldn't find it anymore: something black and yellow.

And a lot of beetles of course, and no stones rolling. There is a lot to discover in the immediate surroundings of where I live...