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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Ant Days
Taking a breather on a hotter than usual day. One of the bigger ants that guard the train of smaller ones.
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Antennae curling in the heat perhaps … it only looks that way. But who’s to say, could be old age. Who’s to say …
Ant being ant, undaunted by its unending task, to live and work and die an ant. Robust little thing, no worries too.
Except maybe this little worrier, or is that warrior … Who also patrols the trains of ants. … Watch out ant, watch out spider.
On a huge power pole in the nearby bush ants can be seen travelling up and down in an almost endless procession.
There are different size ants, the larger the fewer, and it seems the big ones look out for the little ones.
Distinctly guard-like, keeping the tiny black jumping spiders at bay perhaps.
I have seen the spiders take a smaller ant from the train.
Nature, it looks messy but it’s all in order.
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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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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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Lazarus Bee
They just keep getting back up and recovering. Having a good cleanup before takeoff.
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