Monday, 29 September 2008

The Post Office Catterpillar Farm

Yesterday one of the monks and I walked through the network of paths through the fields to reach the post office. When we got there we found there was nobody in. (It was Sunday of course.) The post office is strange enough because it sits in the middle of a field, but if you go inside, you see two shelves and part of the ground laden with leaves. The first thing you're aware of is a very faint munching sound, before you realise that on top of the leaves are thousands of little catterpillars, all scoffing away. They're used as a local enterprise to make silk, and a couple had already spun their silk cocoons. But here were about 100,000 catterpillars, eating, in the village post office.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

hey friend!
so i found your site... :)
feels like you've been away forever! you're still as funny as ever! hope you're making the most of everything new there!
miss yoooou!!
Robyn
PS. aberdeen says hi! :)