Interlopers

May 18, 2009 @ 8:37 am | Filed under: Nature Study,Photos

Did you notice the bee had some company in that last photo? I didn’t, until I looked closely at the next one. Nasty little sapsucking beasties. And yet—they’re rather lovely, aren’t they, all rosy in the morning light?

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  1. Jennifer says:

    I agree – they add a certain je ne sais quoi… It’s like the Discovery Channel in one macro shot. So much going on there.

  2. Meg says:

    Oh! Was it here on your blog that there was a discussion this past autumn about the absence of walnuts? All the speculation was about climate change; nobody mentioned POLLINATORS!

    I even recall a newspaper article about it and there was no talk of pollinators in that, either.

    I just finished FRUITLESS FALL, thanks to your recommendation, and it’s been permeating my days.

  3. Meg says:

    Never mind. Walnuts are self- and wind-pollinating. Should have done my research first rather than leaping out of bed and coming here to post. Sigh . . .

  4. Helen says:

    Hi Melissa – I LOVE your bee’s photos! So beautiful shots – aren’t bees most beautiful God’s Creatures?
    I think that Itsy-Bitsy companion on the lower flower might be a Crab Spider … MIGHT be :)
    Love & hugs!

  5. Emelie says:

    Coming out of lurking to share this website with you and yours: http://www.life.illinois.edu/pollinatarium/index.html

    Enjoy!

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