Cicada, anyone?
PHOTO CREDITS: Termite!
Similar Posts
I bet you've never seen a Barbie & Ken like this!
For the past week or so, no one dares venture up to the north end of town to the mall, because that is where the chaos, better known as Mardi Gras, begins. The folks who ride on floats are collectively called “krewes”, and those krewes start the day of the parade riding around in open-air…
Happy New Year & Pointsettias
2016 has arrived down the bayou in all its rainy glory. Finally, a little cold weather, which would be much more appreciated if it had come without the rain and the warnings of impending floods. So, while you’re all cuddled up, your cabbage and black-eyed peas consumed, ready to bring you good luck and fortune,…
Fishing, sunset, baseball, and peaches
Okay, so I haven’t been blogging every day or even every other day. I’m here, late at night, before I lay my weary head down, to ask your forgiveness. . . . and to report just a glimpse of what I’ve been up to this week, besides managing Camp Dularge. I managed to get in…
He's growing up way too fast . . . or Making family history
When you have many children spread out over a number of years, something happens to the last-born child. Namely, he gets to do more things earlier in the timeline of childhood than the older siblings. The reason? The older siblings. I don’t remember my oldest two sons having their own shotgun at the age of…
Creepy! But, it’s a good photo.
Food Chain. Momma Nature’s sacred circle of life.
I luv the coming autumn season when spider webs dripping jewels of dew sparkles in the early morning sun.
So the banana spiders are out already? Must be time for fall!
Yes, Kim, isn’t it amazing? One morning this week I walked outside to the absence of humidity and the sky had a green aura like after a hurricane. I sensed the earth had tilted slightly; and now sunrise is after 6 a.m., not before.
Ooooh, I know they are necessary in the great scheme of things – but I HATE spiders! My sympathies are all with the locust. They have such a short life anyway, seems terrible to shorten it further!
I look forward to the first song of the cicada high in the live oak trees signaling the onslaught of summer; and then before you know it, the banana spider webs extend between the branches of the same oak trees, trapping the beautiful cicadas for food.
Noisy little buggers !!
One of my lovely memories of my indoor Siamese centers around a locust. She was sitting on the second floor balcony (which fronted a small, tree-lined creek) outside the kitchen, when she suddenly darted back in. You could almost hear her saying, “See, Momma, I told you I could catch a bird!” A locust had literally flown head first into her mouth and its wings were flapping on each side of her jaws. She was so upset with me when I took it away and released it!
Great story, Joan!