Tribute to the ancestors - A trip to the village - Part nin - Giant ant mushroom.

Fresh air moderately hot the sound of the wind in the crowns of trees the singing of birds such was the day when my son and I decided to explore the surroundings of the rural cemetery where my wife mother-in-law and daughter looked after the graves of their ancestors.

Yes they did not trust us with this work, we only brought everything necessary from the car to the graves inventory a canister of water for watering the planted flowers and seedlings of flowers.

After that we were driven away and told that we were free in the next half an hour.

It is difficult to survey a large area in half an hour but we surveyed about one hectare.

It was very interesting to make new discoveries for yourself to see something that you had not seen before.

Poyamo on the edge of the cemetery, there is no fence only an imaginary border between the village and the cemetery we found a huge anthill, arranged very interestingly.

The ants settled in a dried-up tree fungus of enormous size, which grew on an old rotten stump.

Apparently the ants are very fond of watching the sunrise and sunset from the balcony and here in their anthill there are many balconies on each tier of the mushroom.

It was like a box in a theater and the cricket himself sang the cricket's aria.

While there may have been caterpillar or beetle races by ants it looks as good as any cross-country race track.

And at the foot of the stump the ants made a classic anthill of needles thin twigs and dried grass.

This was one of the many finds that day.

What happened after that, you will know tomorrow.

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More to come!

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Have a blessed day!