Nature's Place

Racing Red …

Hello, hello, hello … up close with a wasp the colour of ferocity, or fear.

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I’ve never met a natural creature that was aggressive without cause.

And close to death, or exhausted, they are often least concerned for intruders.

This wasp is clearly not doing her usual, and looks unusual, but still full of life.

Making the effort to raise herself up on the wire. Not her natural habitat at all, but peaceful all the same.

Let go the hard iron to the green grass, she does not give up, regardless of her apparent burden of form.

and black, two colours of danger, or cause for alarm perhaps.

I came across this wasp hanging on for dear life. Clearly it is deformed, the ovipositor and sheath turned about and misaligned, looks like.

But she’s showing no signs of distress for it, just doing her best as she is, as I see it. Getting on with her life as it is.

Then she let go and flew to the grass nearby. So, something she can live with, a part of the perfection nature is.

Despite the flaw we can enjoy the beauty of her. Red body and blue-black wings, sleek form she is.

Wonderful little Earth machine. Still serving in her way, the way of sense.

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

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Spider …

Huntsman, mother of them all. Whiling away the winter under a sheet of plastic by the house, damp enough to attract other forms, perhaps to eat, next to some straw bales.

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Come spring there will be nests found in such places, when hundreds of little ones will be cared for by mum. You wouldn’t expect some mothers to care so well as she does.

Golden Orb weaver in Eprapah, with a honey bee for dinner. They are everywhere to be found, waiting in their webs, being simple spider life. The EU honey bees never stop here in Brisbane.

To my eye it looked at first like an ant, the little golden spot on the rear perhaps, and appeared more elongated than it does here – like an ant. Ran into view with dinner held firm, husk soon discarded.

A jumping spider, male maybe, spent some time dodging the tiny ants running up and down the tree trunk, where there are also golden bum ants patrolling. Tree trunks can be busy places.

Another Jumper, female I think, in another place at Eprapah. Lots of these guys about, big eyes, always inquisitive, needing to visually know their surroundings.

They won’t sit still for long, so I take what is offered. And observe the uncomplicated life at work and play. I believe they do both in their way.

A more business-like fellow, or lady. As soon as I touched my stick to the tree trunk she was out of her tunnel web and ready to strike. See how she holds the threads taut, ready for action.  Couldn’t get a better shot without risk, of flight or bite.

I didn’t dare offer my finger, just to see … you know. Smaller spiders have left uncomfortable wounds enough, and this one had a certain aura – ‘Feeling Lucky Punk?’

A playful jumper, male again, I think. This one more concerned with his footing than the others. See the strands of silk he maintains a touch of, and anchored from his spinnerets.

Little blue eyes, have seen them signal another with those white socked front feet, waving in the air like flags. Over here, let’s be mates a while … Pretty little thing.

This way and that he turned, I couldn’t keep up. There will be more I think … nature doesn’t give up, though it can be left …

out and about and on the move.

Passing emergent form, as real as yesterday, hold no sway.

Beyond what is believed, or is simply unavoidable.

Past the odd collision, debris trails fade, let go.

Nothing is as it seems, way down.

Beyond (spider) form.

Naturally …

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Ancient Life …

Hopper, of a kind …

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Getting up close …

And he’s had enough, as he turns away …

Three amigos …

Protest …

And hide …

An other kind of hopper …

Missing a leg perhaps …

Symmetry …

Odd man out … maybe …

… a relative of this one …

Hmmm, hopper legs …

Need a hand … ?

Heads up …

… on a gum tree in winter in Oz.

Out in the bush a tree is losing its old bark as it swells from the rains.

Shedding its skin. Under the bark various creatures take shelter.

From the rain, the cold and some of the neighbours no doubt.

Not always easy to find but there are often more nearby.

The forms of sense may be few but the life …

… always is … ancient, and new.

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Curiouser and Curiouser …

A magnificent little cone, facing away from possible danger, extruded by some crafty creature. No doubt to shelter its young while it developed and give it a flying start when ready.

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Look, nothing up my sleeve … It appears vacant, or vacated, youngster already flown the coop perhaps.

But what’s this, signs of life, movement, of tiny antennae at the entrance. Hmmm, what next may be …

And thar she blows, head full out to check for danger, a little sniff of the air to satisfy the senses all is well.

And away she goes, down the cone in search of her new life, a new home. Her squatting days done, for now.

And she pauses at the tail. Is there somebody, or something left behind? I don’t think so, time to be on her way.

Yes, done here, nothing left to do or see. Time for a new life, into the unknown, perilous life to be.

But what is peril to the one that measures such, is just the natural way of things for this little flying creature. Life … and death.

Was walking around the water treatment plant and noticed this white cone on a branch.

Could see it was open at the wide end and obviously a home to some creature, probably long gone.

Well, I thought I’d take a few shots, just for the curiosity of the structure, a home where no home should be.

While I was composing and focussing I noticed some movement at the opening, and then it was gone.

Wasn’t sure I had actually seen anything but it appeared again and tentatively, looking this way and that …

… set off back down the cone. And so I followed, until I couldn’t, and she was gone.

A little form of mystical nature, every single part making its mark.

Will we miss it when it’s gone? Probably not …

… in light of the new.

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