The fields were nearly finished at this point, but there were still some stragglers. A particularly interesting lepidopteran larva, for instance. And of course those aphids just never know when to quit.
The fields had drastically slowed down in September, with nearly every crop getting ready to be harvested. Still, some lepidopterans remained vigilant in their fight for survival in the shifting seasons.
Clydesdale horses in a row in the morning. A morning’s worth of harvest potatoes. Rogue caterpillar munching on potato leaves. The mysterious boat by Trim. Emerging imported cabbage moth. A fine delicacy of cabbage maggot. Lettuce no more.
Lepidopteran eggs, pupa, and adults in vegetable fields; a surprise snakefly larva, and lumbering potato-like hemipteran; geese formations in the sky as clydesdales stand idly by; a frog in the cabbage, a well fed ladybird beetle, and a mysterious hole, perhaps built by aliens or hybrid strawberry robots.
Another week in the fields of Delta and Abbotsford.
Frogs wanted, dead or alive. Spiders waiting for lunch while others gorge on a Thursday morning in the dew on an island. Cabbages speak words of imported caterpillars. Horses in the mist and burning leaves.