Here are two items that I file under “wildlife” on this quaint urban quarter acre. The first is that dramatic summer sound that catches one’s ear, the singing cicada abruptly interrupted in mid-love chant, then the downward sloping pitch as the tune struggles and then peters out, because a cicada killer wasp has successfully tackled its prey.
Sometimes I’m lucky enough to be adjacent to the field of battle, when the entwined bodies lightly smack the ground nearby, and I can capture some of the action. This time it was only a few snaps at the Bradford pear, and these I happily share here.
The day before I posted this entry, I had reason to add one more cicada killer wasp action photo, because yesterday was another proximity-to-battle moment while I was enjoying the gorgeous afternoon. This time the killer wasp manhandled its target in the rear corner of the property and was unbothered by my photographic pursuits.
The other quick encounter with nature was the following Saturday, during my early morning coffee sit out on the driveway, next to the bee balm and black-eyed Susans near the porch steps. My ear was first caught by the light humming of a hummingbird, and then in my peripheral vision appeared its darts and dashes and thrusts and sweeps. A slow raising of the cell phone allowed me inexpert documentation of this amazing creature’s brief visit.
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