Nature's Place

A Watery Grave …

Out of the water and on to a stick, a lifeline for a small but not insignificant thing.

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Taking her time to adjust and recover from the recent struggle in an alien world of water.

It is always striking there is no sign of personality, no suffering ‘me’, but a natural character of resilience.

Into her preening with a gusto, clear off the water, and anything else may have attached. Invigoration.

Once at ease with me, on my stick, I could move about to get the sky as background. Context helps …

Looking more like an wasp close up … a tiny drop of water still visible under its leathery looking body.

Having a good wipe down of the most important parts, antennae. A far seeing sense …

… not this time.

Out walking the garden where I am for now, Noosa hinterland, I noticed activity on the water’s surface.

A small creature, about 3/4 inch long, and it looks like an ant, or it’s a wasp, with those pointy mandibles.

It was in trouble, there is no way out of the middle of the pool so I gave it a hand. Lent it my stick to climb on.

And it didn’t hesitate, the need to survive overcoming any reaction to the sudden appearance of an alien presence.

Once in place it stopped a while to gather itself, wiping down the water, getting ready to launch back into nature.

No holding on to the experience as an emotional impression, no past to weigh her down, no problem.

© Mark Berkery ……. Click on those pictures for a closer look
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*This post is composed on a new computer that hasn’t been optimized for it. Just following established protocols, so differences to my usual may be apparent.