Tony Grist (poliphilo) wrote,
Tony Grist


I'm digging in the pond- and as I throw the sodden mud onto the bank the bees show up and clamber all over it. I assume they're wanting a drink- but under conditions where they don't risk being drowned.

It's a hot day- and getting hotter. By afternoon it may well have broken records.

The pond looks empty, but stare closely at any part of it and you'll see movement- and once you've got your eye in- that it's full of insect larvae- tiny, speedy, segmented creatures- semi-translucent- hundreds of them...

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