Looking through recent photos, it occurs to me that when I take pictures of bees they almost invariably end up as rear views.
This doesn’t seem to make much sense: surely it’s unwise to creep up on a creature whose defence mechanism is probably automatic and very much located in its rear end.
Continue reading “fancy pants”
Yesterday I wondered whether the dusty old magic carpet could still fly. Shortly after posting, I realised it didn’t really matter if it couldn’t, as I found this marvellous creature, who offered an equally valid mode of transport for any flight of fancy I might want to make:
silver
ripple and pause
squirrel
squirrel
nibble and paws
silver
*(Alternatively: “palate of greys”)
The Jersey Tiger moth seems to be doing it wrong:
don't confuse the narrator 