Bird's Eye View of Bute

Hover-flies

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Hover-flies


Most of us at one time or another have ben stung by a wasp. Not a pleasant experience at all. When we were younger, the pain did not seem so bad and it soon disappeared all together, but as we got older the pain is excruciating and we got out of our way to avoid these horrible insects.


Well, the insect that you see here is not a wasp although at first glance it would appear to be so as your brain recognises the black and yellow colours as a serious threat and sets off the alarm bells. Arms flailing, the white of your eyes showing, legs that have turned to jelly with sheer terror are no good to you to beat a hasty retreat. The beastie has now gone behind you and you spin round to fend it off. Eyes that do not seem to be able to focus on it, pulse rate about 150 beats per minute, and rising, where has it gone? you cant hear it so it must have landed, but where? is it on my hair screams a young lady hitting her head with her handbag, is it on my back she screams her face turning white, eyes bulging, won't be long now till she hits the deck in a faint. Then she hears the humming sound, it is flying again but where to?. Ardrenaline pumps through her veins at that point and she puts Roger Bannister to shame with her turn of speed.
All this time a little flying inscect that is called a “Hover Fly” was minding it's own business, just flying about looking for flowers to feed on the nectar, when along came this hysterical person and she proceeded to do something like a “Highland War Dance” it front of it, causing such a commotion that all birds and other inspects within a 500 mtre radius took to the ground and hid.


I am a docile little thing I will not sting you, although I look like I may. Don't be frightened of me, get your brain to sort out it's memory banks, to include me as “friendly” to give us all peace.
If I hover in front of you, then I am friendly. If my wings are wide open after I land, then I am friendly. Bear these things in mind as you go walkab
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First published in the Buteman 15-07-2005

 


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