Just as I was about to walk out onto the front porch, so afraid of wasps as I am, I stopped waiting for one to fly away when I observed it suddenly trapped in the web of a very small spider. I could've opened the door, and continued on at this point, but I was mesmerized by the ferocity of the wasps 'then fate'.
She immediately sprang into action, zipping down close to the wasp, but then quickly scurrying back to the top of her web, waiting for the wasp to get caught up enough and in a good position for her to pounce. Back and forth she went until the wasp, in an effort to untangle himself, got even more stuck. So then she zooms down and attempts to capture him. The wasp was significantly larger than this small, but obviously tough little spider, but she was relentless, trying to capture her prey... Finally, one swift and lucky move and the wasp freed himself and flew away.
I actually felt sorry for the little spider, she had worked so hard only to lose her more than sufficient, juicy meal... Who knew when another unsuspecting insect would happen across this little goddess's intricate and ingenious work of art?
However, I moved on out to the porch, to observe the flower pot that my mother had directed me to. She said that a little bird, possibly a "Wren" had built a nest inconveniently in her hanging flower pot. Sure enough, I look and inside this flower was a very well-built nest made of straw, feathers, and other things that these birds had gathered. Not your average nest, it was built in a round formation, as if to have a round "home" with a hole to enter and exit.
(forgive the photo quality, as I snapped these with my cellphone)I moved closer, and could see two babies inside with little beaks opening and closing, awaiting their parents' return hoping for the next juicy, delicious worm to feast upon. Careful not to disturb them, and of course not touching them (you must never touch or the mother will desert her babies).
I stared in awe, moved by the simple, gentle yet sometimes violent ebb and flow of nature in all it's wonder.
Sunday was a good day.