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Cathrine Lassen - Butterfly Fly Away (Cover)
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“When she transformed into a butterfly, the caterpillars spoke not of her beauty, but of her weirdness. They wanted her to change back into what she always had been. But she had wings.”
—Dean Jackson
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Unknown fly () resting on a leaf in the understory of the aspen parkland region in Elk Island National Park east of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada.
31 July, 2017.
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Blow fly (family Calliphoridae), also spelled blowfly, any member in a family of insects in the fly order, Diptera, that are metallic blue, green, or black in colour and are noisy in flight. With an average size of 8–10 mm (0.3–0.4 inch), they are slightly larger than houseflies but resemble them in habits. Among the important members of this group are the screwworm, bluebottle fly, greenbottle fly, and cluster fly.
Adult blow flies feed on a variety of materials, but the larvae of most species are scavengers that live on carrion or dung. The adults lay their eggs on the carcasses of dead animals, and the larvae (maggots) feed on the decaying flesh. The larvae of some species (e.g., Calliphora, Cochliomyia) also sometimes infest open wounds of living animals. Although these larvae may assist in preventing infection by cleaning away dead flesh and by producing allantoin, some species may also destroy healthy tissue. There are numerous reports of the use during times of war of sterile blow fly larvae in open wounds to remove decaying tissue and to prevent bacterial growth.
I generally prefer shooting butterflies and bees in the lantana, but the dipterans can be intresting too - Happy Fly Day Friday!
There's a little green Aphid hiding in the wood behind the Fly in this photo. I didn't even notice it till I opened the photo on my computer. Photographed in Maryland.
Little fly,
Thy summer’s play
My thoughtless hand
Has brushed away.
Am not I
A fly like thee?
Or art not thou
A man like me?
For I dance
And drink and sing,
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing.
If thought is life
And strength and breath,
And the want
Of thought is death,
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die.
William Blake from Songs of Experience. First published in 1794.