Beauté ou l' insoutenable fugacité de l'être

[beix_brittany]

This morning, while the sun was shinning and temperatures seemed to rise a bit, I went to fetch some logs in the pile of wood behind my kitchen and here is what I found, a soft sound of wings warning me before my eyes could focuse on him. Was he sleeping, all buried in the (relative) warmth of the wood during these last chilly days? How has he arrived there? Or might it be that he  was born far too much in advance due to the unsual warm temperatures we endured until just a few weeks ago?
I was beginning to wonder how on earth I could help him when I was hailed by the postman wanting a signature. When I returned and despite my search he wasn't there anymore...









EDIT : It is a peacock ou more poetically Le Paon du jour. It lives around stinging nettles, violets and glover. It favors humid areas, forests, dark and fresh surroundings.