Mid-July, and winged creatures rule the world.
Mid-July, and winged creatures rule the world. Our insensitive human ears hear more than see them: fluttering, humming, buzzing, and whining about on chitinous wings, driven by muscles we mere humans don’t possess. A bumblebee hovers and lands on my shirt, deems me unworthy, and flies off on short fat wings. A damselfly couple lands on my forehead, long, thin wings elegantly folded over their stick-like bodies, locked together in oblivious sexual duty. A yellow butterfly, big as a lemon, startles someone next to me. (How do such large wings move with so little sound?) A fat green Junebug beetle teeters along the rail, outer wings extended for balance like a tight-rope walker. All precious. All potential food for another winged creature: the bird.~K