
Eurasian Tree Sparrow – Yuyuan Gardens, Shanghai
He’s thinking, “Lunch!” I’m thinking, “Wildly optimistic.”
Eurasian Tree Sparrow – Yuyuan Gardens, Shanghai
He’s thinking, “Lunch!” I’m thinking, “Wildly optimistic.”
This rather prettier Autumn mess is evidence
of another avian feaster
doing fantastic gymnastics in the Camellia bushes
to get some yummy nectar
nom, nom
Delicious!
A Sure Sign of Autumn in the Antipodes
On a windless day, a rustle in the plane tree on the verge…
..hmmm, the frangipani still has some buds and blooms…
..but the Tibouchina’s showing signs of an imminent purple explosion…
..and there’s that familiar plop followed by those chatty squawky squeaks…
..which can only mean one thing…
..I know you’re in there…
Aha!
And who do you think’s going to clean up your Autumn feasting mess?
That’s your problem; I’m eating!
Red Bishop – Kwazulu – Natal, South Africa
Microcosmos
Beauty at scale rarely seen
by human eye, but inbetween
lush blades of grass daily spy
a microworld of strange small fry
As this mini-jungle wakes
from dark of night, a lone ant slakes
his thirst from fresh dewdrops bright
reflecting snails in love’s delight
Airfields of apian craft at ready
take flight from rouged poppies, heady
with blue jewels sparkling far and wide
on backs of bees on buzzing ride
A mighty dung beetle battles
sticks arresting rolling chattels
from onward journey, this daily testing
to construct his place of resting
Inkblot-eyes of springtails watch
(in somersault) nymphs slowly hatch
themselves from deep and watery vault
and caterpillars as they moult
A miniverse that’s quite astounding,
with creatures, strange and weird, abounding.
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For more entries to last week’s WPC, see The Daily Post.
You’ve probably heard about elephants mourning their dead, but what about cockatoos?
I often pass this family of cockies on my way to work. They’re usually feeding on seeds on the verge, playfully whirling and wheeling, and creating general cacophonous havoc.
But yesterday, they were crowded around on the road; I drove back to see what they were up to: it was a heartbreaking scene.
They were very quiet except for a few plaintive squeaks and squawks.
One kept on nudging the lifeless form on the road.
For more entries to this week’s challenge, see The Daily Post.
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