Friday 18 July 2014

Crowded Airspace


I've never been in an airport with quite as crowded an airspace as the centre of our garden.  Biplane dragonflies zig-zag back and forth snapping up little gnats with barely a disturbance in their drills. Meanwhile those same gnats, with their ever-present crowd-mentality, continue to swirl in funnels in shafts of sunlight, never missing a beat when the dragonflies swoop through them.

Charging through the busy milieu are the bee commuters in ones and twos, traveling invisible freeways on their way to workstations throughout the garden. Of all the flyers in this hub, bees are most likely to crash. I think they are so OCD that their minds are one-tracked. Get the nectar, get it home. In the meantime, while they furiously tuck pollen balls into their leggings, their minds are not on a flight path. They sometimes careen into me with barely a "how do you do", and assuming they miss me, with their hormones raging into their stingers, they wobble their way back on track, grumbling at the lousy driver that just whacked them!

Throw in the various songbirds that inhabit our little Eden, and you can see how populated the higher realm of the landscape becomes. Next time you relax in a garden, look up into dappled patches of sunlight and let your eyes really see. There can't be any mood-enhancing drugs to compete with the endorphins released by giving yourself a dose of Nature's design.

 
 
Two species in the flight battalions above our garden!
 

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