Nature's Place

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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Feast

Observing an assassin bug wandering the butterfly bush over a few days. … What a mighty stabber she’s got, the better to eat with no doubt.

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Eat what? What visits the flowers. … The honey bees have been enjoying the nectar bounty of the newly flowering bush the last few days.

And one thing follows the other. Nothing stays the same. … Slow moving bug captures the frantic paced bee. By watching, waiting, listening, sensing. … Something comes.

It always does. The flies came and joined the feast. The bee must have been leaking. … The carrion flies of the micro world always arrive to a fresh kill.

If this bug had lips she’d need to lick ’em. Must have been nice. … And then she went on her way.

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Emerald Nature

Biter

What big eyes you’ve got my dear …

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All the better to see in the shadows … and above and behind.

Rest a while before the next foray into the bloody realm … It’s a bloodbath out there.

An other kind of fly, horse fly I think. AKA march fly in Oz. Can have a painful bite if left to it, feeding on blood.

Though they also feed on nectar this one was intent on human. They don’t give up easy.

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