Machu Pichu By Pedro Szekely at https://www.flickr.com/photos/pedrosz/ – https://www.flickr.com/photos/pedrosz/2115782565/, CC BY-SA 2.0, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=14660546 FRANKEE and SEVEN In the heart of the Andes, Frankee, a spirited female alpaca with a brown coat, and Seven, a warm-hearted male with a brown fleece with black highlights, embarked on their first adventure. They grazed in the ancient ruins of Machu Picchu, where whispers of the Inc

Ode to a Bee O humble bee, with wings of golden hue, Thy gentle buzz brings joy to nature’s ear, As thou dost dance from flower to flower, true, Collecting nectar, sweet as honey’s tear. Thy tiny form, a masterpiece of grace, A marvel of creation, light and free, With every delicate and swift embrace, Thou spreads the pollen, life’s sweet alchemy. In meadows green, where wildflowers abound, Thou art a symbol of industrious might, Thy buzzing hum, a soothing, gentle s

Praying Mantis on the Rail So i happened to be on the Thames River side sidewalk on the street in front of my house, walking on the sunny side as it were, whereupon to my surprised delight and excited photographic instincts I notice green where silver should be. Bingo. My very first, up close, personal, and in living colour, Praying Mantis. Not one but two. Not only that, but I suspect that it is a mother and daughter. Mom eyes never left me. The daughter never came onto

Sammy Snail Once upon a time, in a small garden tucked away behind a quaint cottage, lived a community of snails. They were a unique and tight-knit group, known throughout the garden for their slow but purposeful lives. The garden was a lush paradise, teeming with vibrant flowers and towering trees, but it was the snails who truly brought it to life. At the heart of this snail community was a young snail named Sam. Sam was unlike any other snail in the garden. While