It is Friday, so it is time for a song. But first, a couple of photos and a story about the one that got away. There are some photos, ladies and gentlemen, that should never be cropped and enlarged, so of course, I couldn’t resist.
(This post contains content that may gross out some readers.)
As my husband and I are greenies, we do not use pesticides on our garden, instead letting nature do its thing. However, sometimes the odds are stacked against my plants and at those times, I have to give nature a helping hand. Literally. I’m talking about pesky aphids. I currently have a batch of marauding black aphids attacking my garlic chives. They love the stuff.
I normally deal with early spring aphid infestations by simply squashing them. Well, that was until I photographed them. It was like a blue movie — an aphid orgy of stomach-turning proportions. I almost lost my lunch. However, there was one redeeming feature. I was pleased to see a predatory wasp having a three-course meal. Still, the amount of food on offer was more than this one wasp could handle.
So I hosed the aphids into a bucket, which I then put into the freezer. I feel remorse, but I had no choice, ladies and gentlemen.
Speaking of no remorse, when I visited the lake a few weeks ago, there was an incident. Yup. I heard a large splash and spun around quickly enough to see a dusky moorhen struggling in the water. It tried to lift off but it was pulled under the water, never to re-surface. I managed to get this photo of some bubbles as evidence of the crime.
I’ve studied the photo for quite some time, examining each bubble in detail. Unfortunately, it was the photo that got away. I think the bird was taken by a rakali (yellow-bellied water rat) because my True Love and I had seen one in the reeds earlier on. But he-of-little-faith doubts my story and refuses to forensically examine the photo. Sheesh, what’s a nature photographer to do!
Like a break in the battle was your part, oh oh oh oh
In the wretched life of a lonely heart
Now we’re back on the train
Oh, back on the food chain gang
(Back on the Chain Gang, Lyrics by Chrissie Hynde. Text in bold is my addition)
Sing it with me.
Oh, oh, oh, back on the food chain gang.
Response to the Ragtag Daily Prompt — How Green Is Blue