A month ago, I was looking at a handful of tiny spiders on a mossy, licheny twig. Afterwards, I left the works outside on a potting shelf and forgot about it. This afternoon, curious as to what would still be living in the dry moss, I brought it in again.
|Still alive, and loaded with sporophytes.|
Zooming in on that heart-shaped* moss clump:
|Almost ripe sporophytes, most still closed over the developing spores.|
Here it is, last month, for comparison:
|No orange capsules; just green moss leaves.|
I found only one spider this time, and one springtail. The larger (but still tiny) spiders have moved on.
|Spider hoping for fat springtail lunch. She wasn't fast enough, though.|
|The springtail, checking out my foam mat. I moved him back to the moss later on.|
|Interesting pattern of wood cells in the broken twig.|
And my imagination often runs away with me; here's a happy green dog, playing some sort of net-ball game.
|A tiny web, built by a tiny spider, holding a tiny drop of water.|
*Makes a nice heart wreath for Clytie's Valentine post.