Spidery Ways
At the edge of the verandah where it was relatively dry, for spidery business, a big huntsman sat immobile, in observation.
In a flurry of spidery action, legs and fangs whipped to instinctive focus, an unfortunate one treading, became a spidery meal.
The rain kept up and another refugee, wolf spidery mum and her yet to hatch spiderlings, came in out of the wet.
And so you know I’m not making it up, a batch of hatched spiderlings on another mum’s back, hiding. How she looks after them.
From behind, she wasn’t stopping still for long, gotta get the little ones to safety, in a ball, carried by a thread.
And from the front, what’s this, a springtail maybe, at home in the wet. But too small to eat, lucky creature, springtail.
It’s been raining a lot lately and at times the ground moves with the life forms traveling on the wet.
Refugees, just some of nature’s creatures seeking respite from the deluge.
And what is death to one is life to another.
Such are the ways.
© Mark Berkery … Click on those pictures for a closer look …
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Nature's Place 
Your pictures are outstanding. I didn’t know that I was so interested in creep-crawlies. I have a couple of friends here in the retirement village who appreciate a l
ook at your posts.
I hope we shall meet one day
Betty (Richmond – Kate’s Mum)
Hi Betty. It’s good to hear from you. And I’m glad you and your friends like my pictures.
Have you seen this one? Click this – https://beingmark.com/2024/03/22/kates-friendly-fiend/ – I wrote it for Kate.
Yes, maybe we’ll meet some day.
All the best. 👋😊
This is fabulous, Mark!
Thanks Dina.