A POEM A DAY - WANDERING CATERPILLARS




I took this photograph in late February, just before the virus news started to shock Spain. The processionary caterpillars drop down from their nest in the pine trees and start to march. They are well camouflaged on the gravel paths and we nearly stepped over three different columns. They are extremely dangerous to humans and animals. A touch of their hair can cause blisters on the skin or affect the breathing if inhaled. I watched them move, nose to tail and wondered if they knew where they were going, at what point would they separate and start eating before continuing their life cycle. This year that process is happening unseen as people are kept indoors. 

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