After posting the picture yesterday of the katydid that managed to avoid being weeded, I thought I would follow-up with this photo of a tiny katydid I took a few weeks ago.
When katydids first start wandering around in our garden they are tiny, (this one was only about 5mm long) and very cute. We can see them all over the place for about a week and then they seemingly disappear. Later, they turn up looking more like the one from yesterday but I really love them when they are this small.
I found out that the reason some of these tiny creatures are green and others are candy cane striped is due to what they are eating. I am not sure what the ones who look like this could have eaten to make the so red, but knowing that makes me want to catch a few and only feed them purple or orange food…..
Tiny, but with attitude….
Over the weekend we were weeding. We are usually quite tolerant of things that turn up unexpectedly in our garden, our soil is so impoverished the rule usually is; if it is green, and doesn’t need watering, it stays. Really, if something has gone to all the effort to grow here it deserves a chance!
Occasionally though, we decide that some things have to go, and one of the things that had to go this time was all the self-seeded parsley plants that have infiltrated almost every part of the front yard.
I may have left my run too late to slow them down for next year though as they had already gone to seed. Again. I never told you I was a good gardener!
These herb-plot escapees pop up everywhere, on the edges of other flower beds and in the gaps between the pavers. If they weren’t so useful I would have to say they were a terrible weed. One advantage is that I never have to go far when I need some for dinner!
One of the plants in particular was weeded more carefully than the rest. Over the last week I noticed that a katydid had made its home in the flower heads and was seen every day just hanging around, looking for lunch, and trying not be noticed by being as green as possible.
Obviously our gardening efforts had been noticed and he was nowhere to be found when we uprooted his home. Just as well for him, many of the weeds made it into the chook run and the tasty green morsel he was would have only lasted mere seconds with those hungry girls…..
“Nothing but flowers here, keep walking”