This fascinating creature fed on the Phlox in the garden on a sunny afternoon, hovering at each blossom, moving on around the bed of flowers, not at all bothered by my close observation or my photography.
In the photograph below its tongue can be seen curled up in front of its face.
Weston Shore: oil Painting
Gardening: Chillin’ with St Swithin
Puppet Making: Three-string Scarf Puppet Patch; debut performance dance to Dire Straits, ‘Money for Nothing’.
Pickin n eatin: my own-grown
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