It being another partly sunny day, DW and I headed off to the woods to take some pictures. I also wanted DW to see this beautiful little holler.
Upon our arrival, we heard and then saw a four-wheeler and its driver moving about on the hill, removing little pink strips of plastic from trees. We waved and he came over to us. Although cleared with the widow, we wanted to make sure we wouldn't be interrupting his business. We chatted a while, and eventually the conversation got around to the big stump. There are no hand holds or springboard cuts visible because the tree came down with the help of a strong wind some fifteen years ago. He told us of his plan to put a tin roof over the remainder as both he and his mother as children had played under the old growth's canopy.
Saying our good-byes, DW and I set to work, evidence of such you will see tomorrow; but in the meantime, I intend to show you something else.
the thatch, or mound ant. There are several in this woods, and according to our friend Lucinda, these ants have resided here as long as she remembers. They collect fir leaves and twigs to build their mounds. I must admit, on my first visit to these woods I asked myself why someone would go to the bother to rake up piles of leaves and twigs.
Up close and personal: