Zooming in on the gold, sunset-lit filaments of this grass seed head, I saw an anomaly.
Wee, Small Fellow Hiding in the Seeds - Summer 2011
A fat filament? No, it moved. Although it was well camouflaged, it definitely had legs and eyes. I don’t know what it is, but several of the same variety of grass sported similar denizens. Do you know what it is?
In early February our pasture is a wasteland. The drought, severe heat, and hungry horses reduced a formerly lush, green meadow to dry dirt. There is hope, however. A lone survivor stands amidst the brown dust.
Survivor Photographed February 2012
It may be short – stunted even – but it has produced seeds! May it reproduce wildly all over the pasture!
Meanwhile, I admire the sunlight glinting off its seed fluffs.