Of Mice and Men
Or, more accurately, of Jumpers and Moths. But you get the idea.
I was, once again, lurking in my new pollinator garden this morning, having staked out the ever-busy Montauk daisies. Patiently waiting...when a flutter caught my eye. Hmmm, a rather boring looking brown moth. But still, it's obviously a diurnal (daytime) moth and that might be worth a look and a few shots. Creeping ever-closer until I had her in my crosshairs...when another little bit of brown movement caught my eye.
A jumping spider - my favorite!! And, the little go-getter was clearing sizing up the potential of Moth for breakfast. A clear case of 8 eyes being bigger than one tiny stomach. After a bit of eyes to eye contact, the spider retreated to back under the daisy petals to await a more suitably sized meal. The moth, undaunted, continued to gather nectar.
Okay, well not the end of my journal today, of course - just the end of that particular story.
I released Monarch #125 today, a male, who flew in honor of a friend of mine who has been gone many years. His name was James and he and his partner were frequent visitors when I lived in NYC; they were also at our wedding. When I look back through old photos, I don't have a single photo of James where he isn't smiling his big, wonderful smile. The earth lost a little bit of light when James succumbed to liver cancer. So, fly fast and strong, #125, with the spirit of James on your wings.
Tomorrow morning, Hubs and I are off to Chincoteague Island for a long weekend. Can't wait. We've got a room on the beach and plan to just relax and unwind for three days.
PS: My friend, Barb, is chrysalis-sitting for me this weekend and will be releasing for me.