This is the pure “Innisfail” locality which is often labelled as the “Lichen” Macleay’s spectre. The lichen form is not garunteed though and only seems to happen if nymphs are surrounded by lichens whilst growing. The lichen colour morph potentially occurs in other localities. Even with the stimulus of lichen present the colour morph still seems rare, only 2 show it out of 40.
No idea what genus, but concealing themselves under a shell of debris and previous victims is absolutely typical for the family, as they patrol around the branches looking for something to seize and suck dry with their hollow jaws.
Somewhere between Narrogin and Perth, on one of the 5 hour round trips I have to do whenever they send me out into the Wheatbelt for a job. At least the eucalypt woodland closer to the coast had some interesting species to shake out of the trees.
A day-flying Zodiac Swallowtail Moth from Herberton, Queensland, Australia, a moth that resembles a butterfly due to it’s bright colours and day-active nature. Personally I think there are more pretty moths than pretty butterflies but it seems few share this view.
This is a photo I took in rural Australia, the time was mid
evening, autumn ’17. It was a spare of the moment shot with a standard digital camera. Photo was taken and edited
by O.V. The colour of the eyes were not artificially added or enhanced, but is likely the result of flash reflecting, the only edit to the photo was to correct the contrast as a whole.
I’d just finished posting the Austrocroce pic, end went back through my posts looking for the only Nemopterid I’d seen myself. I couldn’t find it. That’s because I’d never got around to posting it.
I vividly remember photographing this Chasmoptera huttii, on the north-facing slope on a sandhill in Hammond Park, because I had to crawl along on my belly, millimeter by millimeter, until I was in range to take the shot. And the sand was scorchingly hot, even through the overalls. I was in actual pain by the time I managed to get some photos that were in focus.
Part 3: Barbie Bear being released into the pot where she would wait, pretending to be dead leaves until night time. Then she would fly off on a journey to meet a mate. Maybe we will even adopt her offspring in the next season.
The first ID for 2018, a few seconds after midnight (how did YOU spend the countdown?).
Photo by Brooke Janitz, near Kalgoorlie in Western Australia.
Thread-winged Lacewings are in the same family as the Spoon-winged Lacewings - the Nemopteridae - but instead of have elaborate flattened blades on their hindwings, they have these slender filaments instead. I’m not sure what benefit they derive by evolving in this direction - perhaps female Austrocroce just decided that spoonwings were going out of fashion, and decided they preferred their mates more minimalist. Of course, that assumes that they didn’t start off like this and that Austrocroce is stubbornly retaining the traditional look.
As one, all three simulants turned to regard Rimmer like they might an inconsequential fluffy bunny or perhaps an small, non-Australian insect. “WHAT,” the tallest and best-armed intoned. It wasn’t really an inquiry.
“It’s … it’s just - Well, it’s rude, is what it is. You don’t just saunter in here and start taking hostages like some smegging barrister collecting his bribes!”
One of the other two squinted at Rimmer, widened his eyes, then squinted again. “Black’n,” he addressed his leader.
“Does this hologram not remind you of the gold-suited warrior?”
“You know, sir. The one who dresses in shiny gold, with the floppy fair hair?”
The third simulant brightly supplied, “Rocky?” Lister (quite rightly, even Rimmer admitted) earned himself a good extra shake from his captor by snorting out a laugh.
Black’n shot his minion and captive both a shriveling look. “You must quit watching old human films, Kordliss.”
Dekk’r snapped his fingers - or would have, if he’d had any rhythm. Instead, his fingertips merely brushed together hard and clumsily. “Ace Rimmer, sir! He looks like that-”
“That insufferable twat!” Black’n’s pale countenance flushed lilac, then pressured toward purple as he took two long steps toward Rimmer. “WHAT IS YOUR NAME?”
“Bruce Lee.” He winced as he said it; damn Lister four ways for taking advantage of his good nature and making him watch that kung-fu marathon last night!
All three drew up at that. Something that might have been a smirk took over Dekk’r’s lips. “YOU are Master Lee?” He assumed a martial arts stance. “Show us your moves!” Then he lunged.
Rimmer, who had been trying to avoid a fight so Lister didn’t get hurt, absorbed much of the blow of Dekk’r’s charge with his hard-light form just by bracing for it. The simulant clearly wasn’t ready to absorb his own kinetic force, and crumpled to the ground. “I call that ‘Ironside,’” Rimmer dryly remarked.
Kordliss was not so unprepared, and while he rushed Rimmer, Black’n came at his other side. Rimmer was briefly overpowered, but managed to trip one long enough to turn his attention to the other. “Get ‘em, Kato!” Lister called, now free to run at the nearest wall for a blaster.
“Not helpful, Listy!” Rimmer grimaced, putting up with being briefly overpowered as he waited for both simulants to get a hold on his limbs and start pulling. When he gauged they had, he sent the electrical command to his bee to go soft-light, and pirouetted sideways out of their grips as they stumbled.
While Black’n was off-balance, Rimmer shifted back to solid form and grabbed one arm and leg, heaving him up. He swung the simulant at Dekk’r, knocking him off-balance, and used momentum to continue toward Kordliss, now on his feet and coming back for seconds. “And I think that’s called ‘Enter the Dragging!’” came a Scouse voice.
“LISTER!” he barked in warning, getting all three simulants in a position he could push all three over at once. He was about to tackle when he heard the whine of the blaster charging and a command of, “Step out, Ace.”
It was short work after they were subdued to chain them all together, fire a charge at their ship, and transport the three prisoners back to it to sit dead in space until they could amass enough energy to repair it. “Damn Hoagy for telling them where they could find us,” Lister muttered. “He’s not getting any of my Twinkies next time he drops in.”
Rimmer blinked, frowning. “Don’t you think that’s a bit harsh?” he mocked.
“Oh, come on, Bruce. Lighten up.” Lister slid an arm around his waist and dropped his voice. “What say we go play Rocky and Brad?”
“Fine.” Lister shrugged and headed toward the lift. “Be Janet, dammit.”
Birds of prey are suspected of deliberately starting fires to capture fleeing animals in the Australian Bush. No other animal apart from man has been recorded as starting a fire deliberately.
least two birds of prey - black kites and the brown falcon - swoop on
burning twigs and embers and carry them to unburnt parts of the bush
where they are thought to deliberately start bushfires, according to