I love it too! I wish I had noticed it when the picture was taken, because it's gorgeous.
mostlypixels
joined 2 years ago
Bees are macro on hard mode, they never stop moving. You did a fantastic job. I always end up using burst mode and prayer. Have fun experimenting!
She looks like she's wearing a pollen crown!
The bees are the best. They get SO dusty. Also: can I see, please?
90% "that's amazing, I had no idea it looked so cool" and 10% "what is this ungodly abomination, let me unsee this" in my experience :)
I saw some active webrings on neocities sites!
Thanks! He's so puffy, I figured he was cold.
Gorgeous photograph. How cold was it outside that day?
Such a beautiful bird
Amazing scene! That must have been great to watch. Less so to hear!
It seemed to be doing fine as far as "racing over plants and climbing from leaf to leaf" was concerned.
Old World swallowtail
Hi! Sorry, very new at the whole "bugs" thing, and I'm still learning. I spotted this the other day (not sure of the stink bug species, possibly Nezara viridula), promptly spent hours watching macro timelapses of stink bugs hatching, going from gooey babies to hard shelled nymphs...
Now to the question which has been bugging me: is there such a thing as "too late to hatch"? Can they "harden" inside the egg and just die there (maybe in the blackened eggs)?
Thanks!
Edit:
I found another nest of the same species and took it home. So: have a top view of the hatched eggs and some first instar nymphs while I'm at it!
Some kind of stink bug. No precise ID since the identification apps say the nymphs are a species that does not match the eggs at all.
Edit: Nezara viridula
She goes into the Hell Bag for roughly 15 minutes a month, the time it takes to get her monthly Old Kitty Medicine (which comes as a jab).
She earned the Hell Bag (aka bathing bag) after requiring sedation and injuring her Human during the first home visit from the vet. Totally unrelated, but her teeth are in remarkably good, pointy, stabby condition for a 14 year old cat.
You drive through the fields and spot a dishevelled young woman hunching over roadkill, reaching into the corpse with pliers as flies buzz around her. You accidentally make eye contact just as she - grinning - drops a writhing maggot into a translucent plastic bottle.