|fritillary on butterfly weed|
The butterflies are out now that the rains have passed.
|on the phlox|
The vetch that is swallowing up the back garden is abuzz with bumble bees.
The boys refuse to pull it.
|A pretty hairstreak suns on a potato leaf|
Red-spotted purples and red admirals are fluttering through.
The brown-eyed susans are full of little bees, flies and wasps.
|Is this tiny fly fooling anyone with his hymenopteran disguise?|
There are thousands of flies in North America -
hundreds of species of green long-legged flies, little metallic predators.
|A bronze colored long-legged fly|
Members of two distinct species are patrolling adjacent milkweed plants.
|A long-legged fly munching on a midge|
For a hundred million years
(according to the amber)
they have been plying their hunting grounds.