Upon picking out a wooden shelter at Chembe Bird Sanctuary, hubby and I were a little worried to find that we were sharing it with some bad-ass insect gangsters. Luckily we kept out of their way and they were happy to leave us alone.
Being "suicide month" the heat is draining and oppressive - energy levels dive and plants struggle. This head of seed pods has a funky little wig on that makes me think of something one would buy at The Crazy Store.
I would never have seen this tiny little moth perched on his leaf if I hadn't been looking for the spider that made this web (answer: they're really too minute for my camera to capture).
Pretty, fragile blooms attracting ants aplenty with sweet nectar.
Most of the area has been recently burned and ash scatters the landscape, but spring is boldly emerging.
"I can't believe you've lost track of where that moth is again," Graeme laughed - but they really are well camouflaged.
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