Thursday 28 June 2012
I DID NOT COUNT
all the different kinds of insects I saw this morning flying around and sitting upon the flowers. A good moment to take some pictures, especially now the sun was softly shining. Mischa borrowed me her camera and I started again, quite a change of attitude for me. I have to approximate the flower till my nose is nearly sticking in it and most of the creatures take to flight at that very moment.
Turning around I suddenly saw the dead bird lying on the path, with her poor feet sticking into the air.
We buried her not far from the other one. And I noticed that the Christmas tree that we had planted there will perhaps not survive as well.
The pinks, the yellows
All attract and feed the little
Ones that fly the air
And the proverb:
Head so little, there is no room for wit; so long, there is no wit for so much room.