Well. An old trail led along the edge of the ravine, down a hill, past weeds and trash, and ended up underneath the road I had been looking for. And there, where I never would have seen it in years of hurrying home, was a bright crop of Queen Anne's lace, dancing in the breeze.
With bugs, to boot.
|Flower head, opening up. With soldier beetle.|
|Common aerial yellowjacket, Dolichovespula arenaria, I think.|
|Harmless Syrphid fly, pretending to be a big, bad yellowjacket.|
|Pair of soldier beetles doing what soldier beetles do.|
|"Hi, friends! Mind if I join you?"|
The busy pair ignored him, and he wandered off alone.
I took too many photos, and I still haven't sorted them. I've still got a bunch of critters from the Serpentine Fens, etc. And I'm due a visit to the beach to collect hermit treats. I'll catch up one of these days!