The fiddler beetle was zooming round the flowers in the garden, frisky little thing.
So when it stopped a moment I was prepared for some fast action on its part.
As soon as I touched the flower head it was on it dropped off.
Survival strategy at times demands a creature plays dead.
It would have unfolded its wings and taken flight …
… but there was my hand to catch it.
Then it dropped from my hand …
… and took to the skies.
It is easy to be grateful in this space.
© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look