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The noise of my mowing managed to drown out the gun shots today. At least it sounded like gun shots. Almost continuous they were, banging away the other side of the hill. I assume they were crow/geese/deer/tourist scarers of some sort, otherwise, there would have been a lot of dead animals as a result. I didn’t see any bodies when we climbed Mount Trosa after lunch.
And, while the gun shots stopped sometime mid-morning, the mowing continued unabated throughout the day. Well, between battery charges, anyway. To the extent that this little chap was woken up and went for a stroll.
I have tried to find out what type of caterpillar this is but, apart from a few stock images with no information, I have been unsuccessful. AI was particularly unhelpful.
I thought it was particularly pretty, though also quite obvious to any hungry bird flying over. Though, if the gun shots had scared off all the birds, maybe the caterpillar thought it was safe to go roaming over the newly cut grass.
The caterpillar and the gun shots were not the only mysteries today.
Having huffed and puffed up Mount Trosa, I started back down, through the woods as usual when I came upon a strange marker. A ribbon, fashioned from a strip of purple plastic, tied to a sapling. There was only the one that I could find.
All very mysterious. Maybe it was indicating a buried treasure. Or the place to bury the body. I will never know.
The other bit of news concerns the Dead Neighbour House. It appears that someone has bought it. There has been an electrician working there for the last few days and, occasionally, a woman in a white car.
Hopefully, the electrician is helping to fix the heating in order to prevent a second deadly winter. And I assume the woman is to be our new neighbour.
