Nature's Place

One of the few frogs showing up. Sedge frog, eastern dwarf green tree frog. About an inch long. They like it among the crucifix orchid.

I take the best I can get, without much ado or strain. They come or they don’t. No need to stress it.

Skink, with a sharp eye on the big looming shadow, me and my camera. Once cornered and they see no danger they might walk onto your hand.

Might. This one on the big yellow bucket. Came out of the hose from the water tank, asleep and rudely awoken, by me. But I hauled him out, or was it her.

And not far away, jumping spider. Her I think. On the fungus covered orange, left to rot on a stick in the garden to provide habitat for a fungus weevil.

The fungus weevil, him and her. Also on a fungus covered orange on a stick. They can live their lives on this orange, plenty of fungus to eat.

Keeping an eye out for what interests her. Big eyes to see all the better with. Ready to jump as and when required, for food or a mate – to get out of his way maybe.

The male, those long front legs. Known to be useful in knocking down the competition in mating and food acquisition. A very competitive creature.

Her, laying into the orange overtaken by fungus now. It’s what they do, some of … And everything comes around again.