Tuesday, March 22, 2011

There Is Nothing Major

about Bombylius major.

Bombylius minor
is more like it: this fellow is teeny. Were it not for the tell-tale shadow on packed soil, I might have walked right on by. Instead, I sneaked up on the little bugger and snapped just in time to capture his sizable beak.


One in a flower; now one on Lake Cheston's dam. Soon his like will hover round my crab apple all day long.

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