Nature's Place

Morning Glory Purple

At first, buried deep in the flower, supping on the nectar. Then caught it as it emerged over the pollen laden stamen.

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Wandering about in the colour and nourishment it didn’t stay still for long. Big pollen grains for good bee work.

My hand is never far from my subject. It came for the warmth that makes a difference in our winter shade.

Balanced on the edge of the petal, not yet ready for flight, it climbed for who knows what – security.

One other of its kind, on the flowering nicotiana, shy of the camera. Gotta be quick to catch these guys.

I put some old sweet potato in the ground and something else grew as well. The garden often does that, mysteries emerging.

This time it is a lovely morning-glory vine, where the passion-fruit vine used to be. A place for vines it would seem.

A few creatures visit it in its window of sunshine on a cold ‘winter’s’ day, taking what nourishment or shelter they can.

It’s the way of the garden, flowers as beacons to passing travellers, oasis of colour and nectar in man’s jungle.

A chance to live a little longer, in complete accord with life’s desire to live and live again.

How we are, how it is, in these magnificent little robotic selves.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look

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Rainbow Life …

Rainbow Lorikeet strutting about a corner of the driveway, being its beautiful colourful self.

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Scaly-breasted Lorikeet, taking time with the crumbs lying about. A little sunshine through the canopy lighting it up.

Rainbows in front of the water bowl, an easy gathering, didn’t mind me at my distance.

Rainbows and Green Scaly Breasted together. Not the best quality pictures, I know, but good enough …

Green Scaly Breasted cracking I don’t know what in its beak, little beauty.

A lone magical Rainbow, enjoying the supplement to its diet of nectar from the nearby winter flowering trees.

Alert, did I move too fast, or is it the lookout … for both kinds. They would be organised, if only loosely.

rainbow in the sense of these colourful Rainbow Lorrikeets, and the Green Scaly Breasted Lorikeet.

They came to the garden recently, end of summer, so I started feeding them. Noisy creatures, frequently screeching loudly to each other. Piercing to the heart of me.

Flashing vivid colour across the garden in the warm winter sun, a delight to the eye. To the being that can be delighted.

Other birds come and go, the ever present Pigeons, and the lone shy Ibis. Each comes with its own characteristics.

Pigeons prefer the smallest pieces, like seeds. While the lone shy Ibis will take the biggest, or the lot.

The noisy Myna prefer soft bits it can shake about as if a worm, calling out to me on sight.

Chattering, prancing, screeching, preening, honking, bickering and playing for a meal.

Only the best bread for my garden friends, no cheap processed white.

It’s the least I can do for the pleasure of their company.

A pleasure, without excitement, not to be missed.

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Friends And Neighbours …

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a few of them from in and around the garden.

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Green Gold Bee 2

A typical nest entrance, fresh diggings on the downward approach – gravity works.

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I saw quite a few of these bees and not one entered the nest backwards, as other bees are seen to do, to lay an egg.

And as far as I could see they always exited head first too, suggesting an excavation allowing them to turn-around.

A youngster maybe, just emerged from underground obviously. Or where did the clay on its back and wing come from.

Compared to the one above this bee looks mature, strong and healthy. Perhaps that’s an egg filled abdomen, big as it is.

Everything dies … and I only saw the one such. No sign of spiders but this nest site would have its predators. Crabs maybe.

Foraging in the daylight can be hazardous for a crab but they know when to run and hide.

An other chapter in the life of the Green Gold Masked Bee, from the edge of the world into deep nature.

It all happens on the edge of a huge coastal mangrove forest, where a tidal creek separates it from the mainland and man’s mind made stuff.

The nest entrance is a comfortable size, and they always go in head first, but then they always come out head first. So, it seems, they have room in there to turn around.

At first I thought they could only be laying their eggs for hatching in the spring, until I saw the one that spent some time cleaning hardened clay from its back. It looks like a youngster to me.

You can see how it uses the hooked feet to scrape at the dirt. It suggests to me either a cave-in or it has just emerged from incubation. It looks smaller too, less full bodied than the others.

And then there was the one dead bee I found. It looks to have a torn wing suggesting struggle of some kind. Maybe the crab kind.

Just below the nest site are the homes of small crabs that peep out and occasionally risk a journey across the dark mud.

They are shy creatures, not comfortable being photographed, but they can be tricked into it.

Things to do, lives to live … the comings and goings, remind me of … ways to be.

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