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netwing beetle

July 24, 2021 by Dave Bonta

Mid-morning, and a wood thrush lands in the walnut tree next to the driveway to sing a few bars. A net-winged beetle flies past.

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Categories Plummer's Hollow Tags beetles, black walnut, netwing beetle, wood thrush
August 10, 2010 by Dave Bonta

A netwing beetle flies past at eye-level, its orange-striped, eponymous elytra raised in a semaphor U. The muggy air thickens into rain.

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June 25, 2010 by Dave Bonta

The first beebalm’s forked, scarlet tongues. Nearby on a still-green bergamot bud, a netwing beetle’s antennae test the sudden sunlight.

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