Every morning while I was camping, I went for a short hike before my friends woke up. The campsite was right in the middle of the overgrown ruins of the ghost town of Proctor. I took this while walking up to find Proctor cemetery. 

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Judging by the number of paired-off pheasants I've seen in the last couple weeks, these beauties aren't going anywhere. The dog roused this pair and a few dozen others that day.

 
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She chased that moth around for two or three minutes; she just went to Meijer Gardens with her Nana so it's not like she's butterfly-deprived. . .I think after I took this photo she yelled at her brother for not noticing how close it was to him, but he probably would have just hit it with a stick.

Seriously, ten minutes later we noticed a beetle crossing the trail and he walked right up to it and whacked it with his stick. I tried to have a civil conversation about life and death with this 2-year old, but he was too distracted by a caterpillar who hadn't yet met the business end of his stick.

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