Sometimes it seems like there is nothing interesting to observe in the garden. Like every bug out there is the same old same old and there's really no point in photographing, posting or maybe even looking. I was in that mood one morning when I sat at the outdoor dining room table to slurp coffee. I think I even made a remark about there being nothing whatsoever of interest, sighed, put my chin on my hand and glanced hopelessly toward the buddleia flouncing onto the table. And there was this gorgeous stripey-eyed syrphid fly, Eristalinus taeniops, resting under the blossoms. Still, this was nothing new as I have posted on this species before: newly arrived from Africa, nectar feeder, breeds in the neighbors' stagnant water. Nice photo op, though.
So after that and my coffee, like a camel with one foot in the tent, I snuck back to the jungle to see if my luck would hold. A
Though the observer's attention may flag, that does not necessarily mean there is nothing interesting out there, or that you could conclude there's no difference between one bug and another. Observation, like communication, is at minimum a two-party transaction.
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