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On cars, bikes, planes, trains and denial management |
It could have gone either way - but I think this huntsman lost.
The wasp was tenacious - it caught and stunned the huntsman before dragging it along a weatherboard wall for about 10 metres, inching ever higher. It fell a few times to the ground before finally getting 'upstairs' as it were to its nest in the eaves. Well yes, of course I watched it. I offered to help!
They say monstera deliciosa is an acquired taste - well our house guest the brush tailed possum has acquired that taste without any trouble. She has become rather fond of breaking said fruit off the plant and hauling it up onto our deck for a snack. Yum.
We rescued the poor spider from his/her predicament but he/she didn't look too pleased... next time don't hide in the washing!!
...or my kids cop the full impact (well, almost) of my ham-fisted digital manipulation "skills". Just don't let Emma, Olivia or Liam know, OK.
It must have been the wind, or the sudden colder weather but large Lepidoptera are landing in our Central Coast garden on an almost daily basis. I am pretty well certain this is Papilio aegeus (the Orchard Swallowtail) but you can tell me if I'm wrong. This one was a bit tired and battered but was feisty enough to get its act together and fly off later in the day.
Ideally this guy would have been back under the house by daybreak but the later-rising sun has caught him out (contrasted with my early-rising daughters, I mean). But he's stuck between the screen door and the main glass door instead. And it's well past dawn. And he refuses to move. And I have to protect him from the (indoor) cat. I guess he'll just wait until dark now...
From a morning profitably spent at Mt Penang, Kariong, NSW. Someone is bound to tell me it's a heron, not an egret - but I really don't mind. Just don't tell me it's a bittern.
Ah the perils of growing up. I fear our roof-dwelling possum family has reached "breaking point" - again.
It's always the same. Mum and single child live happily for a few months, baby clinging cutely to her back. Then bub gets too big to carry. Then mum gets cross at her big baby following her around and starts complaining about not needing the competition for food. And then mum gets really cross and starts abusing the child. Tonight I saw it all. The mum was in her tree and the bub was on our roof. The young one climbed down onto our deck, saw me (LED light on head, camera in hand) and headed my way before veering off and scampering towards tree-hugging mum. And a fight ensued. Mum clearly said "no!". And meant it, claws and all. After another try the kid quit and tried a different tree. I expect a real showdown tomorrow morning when bub tries to get inside the roof for a kip. (No need for alarm clocks when you have possum friends.)Everyone has to eat, yes? (It's an Eriophora sizing up its next lunch, dinner and breakfast...)
I came, I saw, I concurred... and then I rode my bike. Raced it a little. Rested. Bought books, cars, computers. Interneted, blogged and webbed. Rode some more. Started a family. Raced again. Rested. Sought help that never came. Call me a seeker.
