Camoflage

In the past I would be surprised when a leaf or a piece of bark suddenly transformed into a moth and flew away. About five or ten years ago I began to notice moths that changed into leaves or bark. This morning I saw a caterpillar that became a birds feather fluttered by a breeze.

First I saw the world as less alive than it was and now I see the opposite. Both may be camoflage, but I like it better this way.