Imitating wasps but a sting we have not, bright bands warn without being caught. Given a fly’s head and large eyes to spy, unlike a wasps’ four, two wings to fly. Hovering around flowers, nectar we seek, much like bees pollinating, yet so meek. Our larvae feed on aphids, save your crop, in being beneficial … Continue reading Have you met Hoverflies?
The evening that followed the afternoon blaze was surprisingly balmy; the spot of gentle breeze flowing in from the grasslands of Aarey perhaps being one reason, and the whiff of strong fragrance of the Copperpod flowers only accentuated the feeling of benign calm. But in that late hour just before dusk the usual gang of … Continue reading Of Bitter Sweet Lessons
Wiping my sweaty brow with the back of one hand, I plonked myself down on a huge, red, dusty, chunk of laterite stone sticking out of the ground. The sun was almost up and soon it would be showtime. A few yards in front of me the lead actors had already taken to stage that … Continue reading Pree Pree Trill Trillup!
Midsummer blooms on hills and vales down ridges and ravines, a splash of boundless colours now overwhelms the greens, lemon, blonde, butter, honey, canary or cream, scarlet, lilac, plum, lavender, any shade you dream. The fragrant bouquet lays a feast with nectar laden sweet, bees and wasps, flies and ants, all gather for the treat, … Continue reading The Midsummer Bloom