Long-tailed Blue on Rosemary |
Last
week we finished our Saunter
Round the Saltpans at an eatery. This week I propose
that we start at one, to whit this Rosemary bush at the side of the road
here. Being a predominantly winter
flowering plant (September – April locally) it is very popular with many
insects starting to appear after the long hot summer. Today I see we have a few
hoverflies, a whole contingent of honey bees and a good half dozen Long-tailed
Blue butterflies flitting hither and thither, sampling the fare with all the
dedication of a gathering of gourmands. Rosemary has long been popular in our
own cuisine of course, particularly in association with lamb dishes, and as it
has a traditional reputation for improving memory there is no excuse for
forgetting to add it to the pot.
As
you can see there is a gully running beneath the road (still dry at the moment
as the winter rains still haven’t started in earnest) but I see that we have a
clump of Four o’clock flowers in that damp hollow below us which are also
showing signs of being patronised by the insect world including quite a number
of these young fellows. Maybe it’s the teenage hangout. These are Southern
Green Shieldbugs and betwixt egg and their rather conservative green adult
livery they change their appearance five times. They emerge in nursery clothing
of reddish brown with discrete white markings; as toddlers they change into
black, retaining the white markings but adding a splash of red; black remains
the colour of the day for the youngsters but emboldened with more white and
also yellow markings; and as they pass into their early teens as it were
(please forgive the blatant anthropomorphisation) a hood and mantle of lime
green makes its appearance. The final instar, as these stages are called,
contains the reds, blacks and whites (now fading to cream) of youth on a
background of adult green.
It
is most definitely a morning for insects. Do you notice how we are being
accompanied by a squadron of red dragonflies and with every step we are
disturbing clouds of grasshoppers? The harvester ants are busy harvesting as
usual, taking seeds down into the nest and I would have thought to have seen
more small, perching birds (passerines as they are collectively called) hopping
around in the olive trees. It is early afternoon however so maybe they’ve
settled for a siesta after their morning feed although I fear that it is
another sign of their decline in recent years. No beetles as yet and come to
think of it I’ve hardly seen a beetle all autumn. Maybe there are some under
this pile of rotting wood. Oh dear, this may not be good news. You may recall
that we found a dead termite alate last month floating in the water as we spent
Dawn
by The Riverside? Well these termites are very much alive. Although
they have a bad reputation it is only a minority, the drywood termites, that
cause the most damage to human built structures. As these seem perfectly happy meandering
around this damp and decaying wood I assume they are dampwood termites which
will only hasten the demise of your garden shed if it is rotting anyway.
Ah,
here we are at the cliffs and I see that the Prickly Pear is starting to bear
fruit. These are not a native plant, having been introduced from Mexico, but
they are pretty widespread down here on the south east coast. The fruit is very sweet and juicy and best eaten
after they’ve been in the fridge for a couple of hours but you have to take
care when harvesting them. The fruit is covered in tiny, detachable, hair-like
spines that are extremely irritating to the skin. You may recall the advice
given by Baloo in the song The Bare Necessities from The
Jungle Book: “Don't pick the prickly pear by the paw. When you pick a pear
try to use the claw.” So, has anyone got any thick gloves with them? Apart from
me that is?
After
that healthy bit of foraging I see that someone has erected a new bench
overlooking the sea. Oh look, there goes a cormorant, skimming
characteristically low over the water. I generally see these magnificent birds
down here between November and March as they fly down from their breeding
grounds which can be as far away as Scandinavia. You may have noticed that
white patch on the thigh. According to
my Collins Field Guide this is only present in the breeding season. Either this
individual is still hopeful or he hasn’t read the right literature.
Until
next week – happy hunting.
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