Nature's Place

Prehistoric creature, a shield-bug sucking on a vein – in a leaf. How they eat and drink.

Mother nursing her eggs … then she cradles the young for a while. Nature … not so strange.

Give ’em an orange and they’ll come. The fruit goes off and gets staked in the garden. Habitat too, for some.

Huntsman in the house. A baby caught up on the carpet, stopped a while. Lucky to have all those legs.

Not an unusual sight in the house, often scooping them up for repatriation, before they smother in dust.

Out by the bee hotel, nesting on a tendril of fern hanging from above, about 5mm long these flies.

Plainly, some swollen bellies there, and this is mid winter here. The garden is maturing I think.

At rest late at night on the butterfly bush – what remains still flowering. One of nature’s sentinels.

Fly in the dark, they do … I try not to disturb them though, spider’s about. Robust little thing.

Made his bed on this twig night after night. A hoverfly … with a sense of belonging.

An other fly, also asleep at night but closer to the ground. Spikey little thing …

And a longhorn beetle, for its extra long antennae, laid back to its tail.