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The eagle-eyed Christine stopped us yesterday on our hike in Ku-Ring-gai National Park, saying, "Thom, look at this."
I looked at this:
It was about four inches long. It was soft: you could squeeze it, like it was an empty sac. It smelled resiny.
"It's a cocoon," Christine said. "I remember them from when I was little."
"It's a cocoon," Christine said. "I remember them from when I was little."
I've just looked it up, and I quickly found a remarkably similar photo—even down to the way those outer sticks are configured: it's the cocoon (empty, pretty sure) of the caterpillar of a case moth, possibly the Saunders' Case Moth, Metura elongatus. Oh, you have to go here, too. And holy crap, here, too. (I've just realized, this is related to the "Walking Turd" from December, but a different species, clearly.)
Good eye, Christine.
Now here's Christine and a scary Banksia Man. (Guess which ones which.)
Aren't she perty?
And a tree:
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Christine suddenly burst out in song on the way home, singing along with a song on the radio that I'd never heard in my life.
Now here's Christine and a scary Banksia Man. (Guess which ones which.)
Aren't she perty?
And a tree:
Oh, Vienna! |
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Christine suddenly burst out in song on the way home, singing along with a song on the radio that I'd never heard in my life.
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