I walked into the kitchen one evening last week and saw a big black lump clinging to the window frame. Getting closer, I realised it was a hornet. *shudder* It wouldn’t budge, banging on the window from inside didn’t get its attention either. So definitely no opening the window overnight.
The next morning it still clung there, so I decided to try a friendly knock on the window. Result! It seemed to slowly wake up, stretching a little and doing some kind of morning routine. Then it plopped down on the window sill, and I got my camera while the hornet apparently found breakfast on the sill.
I only downloaded the pictures today, and I was amazed. Hadn’t really thought I’d gotten any good shots. Looking at the cropped versions, though, I had to concede that even though my feelings towards that hornet were definitely negative, watching it in motion – safely behind glass – was amazing. Muscles moving, the little feelers moving around, and those fragile looking, delicate wings. Nature’s work of art.