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Ladybird Love

Some recent 30+ degree Celsius days meant we got out the paddle pool out for LittleOne. This also meant me checking the water every few minutes all day in case bugs needed rescuing. (As I get older, I'm becoming more and more fascinated with the natural world and by extension, more and more obsessed with trying to help lil bugs if and when I can.)

There were lots of rescues from the paddle pool - flying ants, orange bugs, flies, mozzies and ladybirds. 

I spotted two ladybirds in quick succession. One was frantically paddling, and the other still, and to all intents and purposes, drowned. I fished them both out, popped them onto a recovery paper towel, and left Mulberry leaves for shade.

I was going to pop the drowned one in a garden bed but just left it on the paper towel instead. And to my astonishment, 2-3 hours later, it woke up! It clung tight to the blue beaker in the pic.

I checked on both ladybirds regularly and gave them Mulberries and Mulberry leaves. Mainly because the ladybirds seem to like the Mulberry tree and fruit a lot.

Mulberry-leaf-ladybird rested that whole day and snuggled early inside its Mulberry leaf, tucked in behind a half Mulberry. The next day, it was up early. It climbed to top of its Mulberry leaf complex. In the shade, aware of the sun, facing the sky. It flew away early. Wishing you all good things, lil Ladybird 🐞❤đŸ–€đŸž

Blue-beaker-ladybird stayed hunkered down by the blue beaker all the next day and all the night. It didn't want the fresh Mulberry I gave it. The morning after that, it slipped away to the sun. It had pretty much drowned two days ago; it's amazing it came back at all. Rest now, lil ladybird. You're amazing🐞❤đŸ–€


Du fond du coeur x 

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