Even the indignities of the common cold can provide the occasional benefit. Trying not to feel too useless, I decided that mid morning might be the ideal moment to take out some rubbish, and feed the worm farm with the left overs of last night's salad. A patch of dappled sunlight, and a certain lack of energy, encouraged me to sit for while in our pleasant, sheltered courtyard.
Sitting quietly, I watched a little garden skink running across the paving, a flapping moth between its jaws. At a convenient shelter between fallen leaves, the lizard knocked the wings off the moth, and went further into the leaf litter to munch it down. Ants quickly came to pick up the wings. It would have been macabre but the sun was reflecting dazzlingly off the weedy leaves, the greying gum litter, quartz in the paving stones, and of course the energetic, irridescent little reptile.
It's not often one gets to see one of these cautious beasts have a meal. I was careful to stay still, and was rewarded by that hunt, but also the precise flight path of a small native bee, searching for some nectar.
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