Grasshopper

On a cloudy Saturday afternoon, I was attempting to photograph peripatetic bumblebees ( as one does ) when I heard a grasshopper chirping nearby.

My first attempt to track him down was interrupted by Roy stumbling into the scene to see what was happening, but once he had returned to the house I resumed my search. Eventually I drove the grasshopper out onto some paving where I could catch him for examination.

Once caught, grasshoppers seem content to sit on one's hand for ages. Perhaps they like the heat. Eventually we managed to persuade him to return to his environment.

Mrs Wife and her new friend: