The firmiana malayana or mata lembu, remains here in testimony to man's care-less-ness - its tree had since been felled. Let not the birds leave too.
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Showing posts with label ant. Show all posts
Sunday, 1 November 2026
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Tuesday, 27 June 2023
The other beauties
Thursday, 20 July 2017
Aesthetic aside
When the end comes, sometimes it's not a pretty sight. But the cycle continues, death to life.
The Weaver Ants are found aplenty in the taman. I walk around and always admire its nest craft. When it gets to you, it tends to cling on and you have to pull it off firmly, sometimes trying to brush it off does not work.
The Weaver Ants are found aplenty in the taman. I walk around and always admire its nest craft. When it gets to you, it tends to cling on and you have to pull it off firmly, sometimes trying to brush it off does not work.
Friday, 3 October 2014
Home sweet home
They came, they saw, they built, they stayed.
| A home that may soon be abandoned |
| A huge one, perhaps for extended families |
| Secure and snug |
| A watery one is still a home |
| Another watery one, its condition may be a little wanting |
Monday, 8 September 2014
Trees in the morning
Age-old trees bask in the morning sun.
| When the sun hits, even old bark glows |
| Beauty in the eye of the beholder |
| Old trees play host |
| Even the ants are out to enjoy the warmth |
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