Nature's Place

Watersun

Ladybug. Biding its time on a leaf in the sun.

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Stingless bee, about 12mm long. Investigating a bit of banana left for the birds.

Green shield bug, enjoying the sap of the plant the little wasps eat at.

The little wasp, feeding on the few remaining flowers of the valley.

Not afraid to investigate the new terrain.

Is it a bee, is it a wasp … It’s a beauty.

We’ve had plenty of both, sun and water, but not many visitors to the garden this warm winter.

It could be related to what’s been reported around the world, the disappearing insect populations.

Or it could be local, the use of indiscriminate insecticides on mozzie breeding grounds not far away.

Though the mozzies didn’t die out this year, a sign of something else perhaps.

They just love it here? :-)

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Another Time

Green Head Ant, from recent times. Grooming himself in the warm sun.

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Wasp on a cold afternoon, enjoying the pollen and nectar of late blooming flowers.

Honey bee, recovering from its swim on a cold winter’s day. Resilient little creatures.

When time stands still, and all that’s gone would live again, don’t look back. Life is the other way, and no way – the way of no.

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Bee Draggled

On my finger. Looking strong and healthy after her swim. She pays particular attention to the condition of her tongue.

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Drying, preening and cleaning can take quite a while. The minutes pass as I sit watching while she resumes full fitness.

A nice warm stone to dry out on in the sun. Placed for the shooting angle with blue sky as background, helps …

She looks fierce, but only to the eye expecting ‘something else’. Imagination. Nature is supremely practical.

They’ll always climb to higher ground if they are well enough. All the better to take off from, when the time comes.

It has been said yoga, a practise of physical exercises with a spiritual dimension (attention to sensation) was developed by observing nature’s creatures about their business.

They have an exercise for every occasion, every body part gets its turn, no exceptions.

A number of honey bees were rescued from the cold water recently. Too many to show them all, or even a representative sample of images.

If I get to them early enough they recover quickly and seem to suffer no ill effects. They just take the time to recover, given the space for preening and cleaning, then take to the air, do a short circuit above and find a direction to fly in.

Home, I suspect. Back from whence they come. To rejoin the hive they serve. One body’s life having little more significance than that, except it is itself unique and integral to the whole.

Not insignificant …

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Walks On Water

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At the recent housesit in Calvert there was a pool, functional and clean enough. It was the source of many a creature that fell in and struggled for its life on the water’s surface, with no hope of getting out without help. And many were, helped.

During the night it was the same, only fewer were to be found, naturally. One such was this Huntsman spider, or Huntswoman more like, and she was literally walking on water.

So I leaned over, stretching my arm out with the camera, careful not to fall in and join her, while I got a few shots of her in situ before raising her out on my ever ready stick.

I’m pretty sure she wasn’t there by her choice or design. Though she was having no trouble staying afloat she was clearly out of her element, with little control over the direction of her travel.

She wasn’t unhappy to be out, no sign of stress or distress, resting a long while after her ordeal. It takes a lot of energy for land creatures to survive on water, especially water this cold.

And so she lived to hunt another day, I suspect, as she was gone in the morning from the safe place I left her to recover.

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I have heard of a man who walked on water. But I think that may have been a metaphor for something else. Even though anything is possible in the psyche, and it all happens in the psyche, I have a different take on water walking.

Long, long ago, in the time of the flood, when the waters (of emotion) were over the head of Man s/he struggled to survive.

But she kept at it and eventually got his head out of the maelstrom.

And so began our water walking efforts.

Or so it seemed …

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