Nature's Place

7 Flies …

Robber fly, robber of life. For it’s precise aerial performance in catching and dispatching its prey. A quick jab, usually to the back of the head.

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Picture wing fly, maybe … not sure. Usually found where soft fruit is rotting from their tender affections.

Bearded blue fly, often found at rest around the garden. Next door has a dog they don’t clean up after, they are beauties anyway.

Only found hanging around the blue banded bee nest site, so far. A young fly of another more commonly seen kind, perhaps.

This kind maybe? When a fly is allowed to grow to maturity, often only in the ‘wild’ – ironically – they develop characteristics, of form and colour and bearing, apparent to the eye that sees.

A hoverfly, I think. Golden to the first sight, and precise colouring of the eye. Sometimes the only function is a little beauty.

A bee fly, maybe. I’m no expert at naming … They do love their nectar, with a long proboscis to extract it more easily.

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Royal Ant

She struggled in the water a while, head sinking below the surface just as I got to it.

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Fresh from the wet, still vigorous but drenched. Wings clinging with the weight of water.

One wing entangled, torn where her leg fits through it. Flying times are over little one.

At rest a while on the warm bamboo stick, time to recover her energy for the next effort.

A natural creature just keeps going as long as it has the energy, to perform its function, instinctively.

She’s beginning to feel the need for preening, to get the kinks or debris out of her form. Takes her time.

The head is first for cleaning, eyes and antennae, where the senses are primarily located.

And she’s off, exploring various locations for suitability of habitat to her potential offspring.

Or she’s just checking out her world, small as it is it is mighty big to her eyes. Would be to mine …

Relentless, until she finds what she’s looking for, what is right to her sense of things.

And time for pause … everybody needs pause in this fast, hard, hostile world.

A queen perhaps, of the green-head tribe, of which there are many colonies around the house.

Brought to ground, or water in this case, by the strong winds and rain that’s been passing lately.

Being winged she is on her way to birth another ant colony, chances are, workers of the hard soil.

It’s easy to tell where a colony is days after a little rain, where the grass is growing straight and strong and green.

They prep the ground with their nest site diggings, the way a gardener would to plant food and flowers.

Just one of the millions of creatures working the earth, that we would be poorer for their passing.

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Bee Again …

Struggling mightily in the water in the pot plant tray, I lifted her out.

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It was late afternoon, so she had little time to recover and get on her way.

And she made an effort, nature never gives up before the end.

You have to admire the un-self-conscious tenacity. An indomitable will, albeit instinctive.

After a while I put her to the flowers, to enwrap and nourish her, if she was still able.

She explored a little, climbing about the petals, just finding her way.

And when it seemed too late for flight I put her to a already closing flower for the night …

I don’t know if a hive creature adapts to being alone for a night …

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Lazarus Bee

They just keep getting back up and recovering. Having a good cleanup before takeoff.

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