I find my best hunting is up here on the mountain top, in the clearing for the power lines.

Here we find a herd of mountain laurels. They have gathered into a defensive formation.

After a long stalk and a quick chase, I managed to cut one of the calves away from the herd.

Now for a quick hike back down the mountain. Here is one I planted in 2006. It seemed fine in 2007, but suddenly died towards the end of the year.

In the morning sun, the next day.

You might notice the maximum security fence surrounding the laurel. Of course, I wouldn't want he/she/it/plant/Kalmia latifolia to wander off. The laurel is confused and frightened in its new home, and might get hit by a car if it strayed. But there is more to it than that, and therein lies a tail. Or two. Or a lot.

To be continued...
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