Nature's Place

Lil Bee

On the calendula, collecting pollen for her little ones to be.

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A little nectar too, for her own wellbeing, to keep on being a bee.

Preening in another flower, what bees do by their nature.

Basking in the yellow, cooler than red, colours matter, to this bee.

A bee in the garden on a hot summers day.

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Odd Fellows

Bug on a seedpod in the local bush, always found on this same plant, protected by design.

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Hopper of a kind. Fell from a tree in the wild garden onto my arm, a forest of another kind.

I leave butterfly’s to lay in the garden, even growing greenery just for them. And some days the place is full of new ones.

The witchitty grubs are getting at the roots of the butterfly bush plants, but still enough flowering for these tiny midges.

Another bug caught at a meal of pollen. Messy table manners, but also a way to carry a little food for later.

Another little hopper from the garden. They all have their season, coming and going according to conditions only they know.

Called a soldier fly I think, resting on the fridge outdoors downstairs. It’s interesting the creatures that come and go.

A wasp I believe, though haven’t seen it before this summer. Hanging around the orange tail resin bee hotel – lovely blue eyes.

The one blue banded bee, it slept in the same spot for two months then disappeared one night. Such is life, and death …

It has been unusually dry this summer and even the bees, who have protected hives, aren’t coming out this year in any numbers. A few showed up earlier in the season but the hives have been quiet since.

Maybe after a little rain things will change, we’ll see. It seems to have arrived in the last couple days but will take some time to have its effect on most of the smaller life forms.

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A Few Flies More

Sleepy fly on a herb seed pod in the nighttime garden.

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Hungry fly, waiting by my lunch on the table on the veranda.

Came into the open bathroom at night, confused by the light.

Wandered around the stick a while and at one point …

… ended upside down on the floor. One confused fly, until I turned out the light.

And where there’s flies … come into my arms dear juicy one. … The garden is awash with webs in the morning, always walking into them.

The soft fruit and veg farmers favourite, fruit fly. … Guaranteed to devastate any crop but here enjoying the spent dew soaked butterfly bush flowers.

Can’t keep a good fruit fly down. Too dry for them now though, and nothing fresh in the garden to easily eat, yet. Pawpaw on the way.

After the possum feed the cockroaches (and rodents) get the crumbs. The geckos know this and get a few cockroaches, then leave little presents for the flies inclined to so feast.

Geckos leave a distinct signature, a white tip to their presents. It’s how the flies know where it came from … well, I know.

And this little fellow, all of 6mm long must be, on the bonsai moreton bay fig tree. Could barely see it unmoving, and then it was gone. Only on the mini fig tree.

Everything in its place … more or less. 

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Bejeweled

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She wandered into the downstairs bathroom through the partly open window, maybe looking for a nest site, and couldn’t find her way out again.

Probably distracted by the constant variations of bright and dark once inside, not uncommon for us small creatures.

Many creatures come this way, most need a little guidance getting out.

A cuckoo wasp perhaps.

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Coloured Life

Rainbow Lorikeet enjoying a few crumbs in the front garden after a night in the Jacaranda.

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They will call out when they are hungry, knowing there is food to be had here at times.

And that is most I see them, with so little rain to water their usual feeding grounds.

And the Noisy Minah, a local character with a demanding way, as she swoops on my head.

Clack, clack, clacking her orders at me. Sometimes touching my hair as she goes.

For a little food, for her and her young. We know each other over generations now.

Rainbow Lorikeet and Noisy Minah browsing on crumbs in the driveway.

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Shake A Leg

Just getting on with the business of living in this hot country of Australia.

A christmas beetle, stretching out on a leaf in the shade of his favourite tree.

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Born

And a few more …

Though somewhat handicapped by the loss of flight he portrays the essential dignity of the natural – untouched by Human nature – things.

It may be the wings will not unfold – pump up. Such is not uncommon in the garden, though a life is still lived as much as can be.

Everything has its place …

Recently emerged, wings still unfurling, standing high overlooking a wild new world on the move.

From the long darkness of confined incubation to the shapes and colours of a sunlit place.

And the work begins, to fly then fly to fulfill a purpose.

To live and die a wasp, no more or less.

A small thing … not insignificant.

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Gardening

No surprise to see what comes, it being the only ‘wet’ garden hereabouts. Oasis in an urban desert where people still cut down trees and rip out mature bushes – habitat and food sources.

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The ‘season’ so far is hot and dry and summer has only just begun. Bushfires already in full swing, affected people doing their best with it.

I am inclined to make room for any creatures that appear but there are conditions in a small finite space. … All must abide if it’s to survive.

These guys idea of gardening is to eat everything. Needless to say, this can’t be allowed without regular checks.

The garden is for every creature that fits in it, none are allowed to destroy or monopolise resources.

Though all can have a piece for a time, and some ‘management’ occurs, it is largely left to run.

And so it unfolds, not unlike a flowers petals open to the sun, as time passes.

It all happens in time, everything in its place, a containable space.

Perspective means nothing runs amok … for long.

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Preying

Not a great position for preying from but nature contains every variable, known and unknown.

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