When Buck, Maggie and I took a walk late on this hot, humid afternoon, we saw strange bag-like webs full of leaves suspended from the branches of several trees near the stream bed. Stopping for a closer look, we saw a large hornet pacing over the surface of one of the webs, looking for all the world like a kid with his nose pressed against the glass of a candy store.
Naturally, I didn’t have my camera. By the time I went back to the house to fetch it, the hornet had given up and gone away.
Later this afternoon, I read that hornets sometimes find or make a small hole in the web, crawl in, lay some eggs and leave, providing the hatchlings with a ready source of food, right there within the web.
We build our bridges, our skyscrapers, our homes, and even bake pies. Are they any more miraculous than this?