Nature's Place

A Few Pictures More …

Hooded monk – looks like – beetle, on the butterfly bush against the red nasturtium. What big eyes, to see in the dark.

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Long tongued fly, for reaching into those deep flowers. Looking a little aged after a long day harvesting sunflower pollen.

Caught out in the rain, this little shovel headed beetle, I raised him up. In my hand will dig into the shadows, strong as a dray horse.

A wasp, I think, only found twice after the rain and wind forced her to land for the duration. Lovely blue in the black.

My old favourite, orange tail resin bee. She’s finishing off her nest and the cycle begins once more. They are doing well this year.

Drone fly, came and went, as is the way of nature. Nothing stays the same for long. Keep up by unloading the expectations.

Wasp, taking a break after being rescued from the watering can. She recovered quick enough and was away on the breeze.

Have you ever seen a cockroach die a natural death? On their back, legs still ‘running’, they are unable to right themselves again. To all appearances done for, but they never give up. That’s nature, instinctively.

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Assassin …

The most recent, from a few days ago in the hot sun. A few shots before she flew away, a rare occurrence that, assassins flying.

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A younger version, from a winter’s night, others could be found nearby. At some point they must become a danger to each other.

Found throughout the garden, only requirement being others may live and eat there. This plant good for caterpillars at one time.

You can see it’s a youngster by the wing buds – not developed much at all. Nice to get the blue car in the background.

The kill … the only consideration being hunger, instinctively. Slip that lance between the armour and pretty quick the beetle is a meal.

It doesn’t lend itself to many angles for portrait. Here on a dried out banana skin, taking advantage of the others feeding there.

Too small to make a meal, that fruit fly on an old banana. But others, bigger, do come and die while dining on the fermenting pulp.

Is there such a thing as a pretty assassin bug? Not really, but they can be appreciated for being what they are, unselfconsciously so.

On her way to somewhere else, no food here today, buds not yet open to feed the other flying things. Though some eat early.

though nothing ‘common or garden’ about these creatures. One of the many exotic creatures that pass the seasons here.

The eggs were laid last year and through the winter the little ones proved themselves in the rough and tumble of survival in the layers of green.

They often ambush their prey, waiting motionless for the unwary passer-by, but they are also very active in pursuit of a meal when need be –

a couple of older shots – click.

I have seen small ‘herds’ of these as tiny hatchlings that wander the formations for a while, but not many actually survive to maturity and develop wings.

Winged, a world of difference to realising their potential. What a privilege that is, earned.

We, people, must learn to soar otherwise.

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Another Few Picture

Katydid, appears on the butterfly bush in camouflage, works better on the spent flowers. Only the one so far this year.

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Lynx spider, ambusher with no instinct for blending in. Those spikes would be piercing, entrapping any passing prey.

Sandpaper fig beetle, pregnant, and the three sisters know it. Parasitic wasps, I reckon, looking for opportunity to lay.

Hungry shield bug, making the most of body-building droppings, often from a bird. No such thing as waste in nature.

Caterpillar enjoying the flower buds of a sweet-potato vine. It definitely favoured this milky food.

What some creatures get up to at night, a beetle gripping a drying towel, for moisture maybe. Gone in the morning.

Long fella … some creatures are rarely seen, by me. Then they move off into the night. There is every shape and colour …

Settling into summer here and the next wave of creatures hasn’t arrived yet. Though enough are coming and going to provide some entertainment.

Reminders too, of an intelligence and creativity beyond the human that makes the world of politics and finance and science that dominates today.

Nature just won’t go away, no matter how human intelligence will try to reduce it to what can be utilised. Weeds still grow in the cracks …

And the pavement will always have cracks, time does that, and nature will always return in some form. That’s its nature … relentlessly.

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A Few Pictures …

Consummate fly, knows his garden, has no doubt or depression. Lives his life as a warrior, no looking back.

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Grasshopper, eats a lot. A little place given over to them. No doubt others enjoy their presence, in the dead of night.

Never a dull moment beetles from the bush. Must be the wild living, makes for living wild. No divided self …

Shy leaf beetle, usually, but caught out on a twig it couldn’t turn on. Gentle vegetarian, until hungry for meat …

Ubiquitous garden fly, enjoying the pollen like any other sane creature does. Sane is not thinking about it …

Sunflower weevil. One of the many kinds found wandering the garden. It all depends what is available to eat.

They come in waves, when the flowers first start to bloom, helping make seed for the next generation of green.

What a colourful creature. Just being its beautiful self against the blue sky. Appearing early spring for a while …

Orange eyed hopper, can be gone in the blink of an eye – mine. A family oriented fellow, always some kids about.

from the garden and surrounds.

It’s been a wet season so far and the small creatures are unpredictable, except for the bees that only vary in numbers visible.

Unpredictability, not knowing, allows for the new to be. Or just allows for being new, no new to come since it’s already here.

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Twilight Beauty

Dark enough to disappear into the shadows. Movement enough to notice. Wild enough to survive in a world of pure sense.

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Sun on clouds behind, the time wasn’t yet right for her instinctive activity – to eat and mate and even play perhaps. Why not …

The pure instinctive pleasure of being, in colour or form, that is only reflected upon by the human eye, or I. Keeping emotion out …

What’s this … Springtail looks up in awe at the giant beauty-beast above. May be a story there for the young ones.

Out of the shadows she rose, disturbed before her time, passing through my peripheral view in her butterfly flight.

Almost didn’t see her in the shadows at dusk, except she moved. Movement, a dead give-away to the eye that sees.

She is a beauty, her elegant form testament to her makers genius. Between light and dark she wakes.

But she wasn’t ready for flight just yet, rather to sit until the dark was deep enough.

And then away … this Lacewing dancer.

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