The Golden Fly.

In the garden not thirty minutes ago, mum spotted this creature dining from the side of a seed tray. I have never seen such a colour, as if it had escaped from the jeweller's. But still more tasteful. Does nature care about such things? Is there some biological review committee, a How Not To Evolve scenario? I'd like to hear their excuses almost as much as I'd like to raid their wastepaper baskets.

Here is the dragon. Don't you dare startle it.



I wish I'd have had more time with it, serves me right for not laying out a tiny spread really. It's odd to think that a tiny spread could take a lot longer than one of a human-scale, I mean, a good one. Gold flies don't seem to care very much for bad spreads. If you want to make them stay, they say, bring out something regalised.