The Hoverfly dances on the breeze, a mimic cloaked in sunlight. Its body hums like a bee’s, striped in warning, yet harmless in truth. It sips from blossoms, not blood—an actor in a masquerade of wings and intention. Where danger looms, it deceives; where flowers bloom, it nourishes. Not a predator, but a protector—its larvae feasting on aphids, unseen guardians of the green. To us, it may seem like a trickster, a small blur of confusion. But in that blur lies purpose—pollinator, imitator, quiet hero of the garden’s pulse. Thank you, Hoverfly, for showing that not all disguises hide danger—some conceal quiet grace.
05-07-2025. Location South Kalimantan, Indonesia.
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