This Big Barry Spider lives in Hazes kitchen at the moment.
Possibly under the sink. Possibly behind the washing machine.
Unless The Cannibals have wrapped him up for dinner already. Like they did a couple of weeks ago with another black spider. Nearly as big as Barry.
Big Barry don’t come out much.
It’s not because he’s frightening.
It’s because he’s frightened.
Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet
Fearless Filming: Hazel Brown
A few pics from our visit to Shaldon Zoo yesterday
Here is the Meerkat Lookout dutifully doing his job
His fixed focus was on something about 2 feet above our heads
Next is this White Faced Saki Monkey
‘Their faces look almost like people’ Haze said.
Next is this Azara’s Agouti.
Shy animals are Agouti’s. Get preyed on a lot.
Next was this Red Bellied Lemur.
Conservation Status: Vulnerable
Also a shy seeming animal. Timid. Vulnerable looking with those big baby brown eyes.
And finally here is a Bird Eating Spider
It was huge. I wanted to see it move. But it was fast asleep.
I’d go back to Shaldon Zoo just to sit next to this Hairy Bird Eating Beast.
Waiting to see it scuttle scurrying across its cage hissing, with fangs in the ‘bite-your-head-off’ position.
This common spider
weaves her web of tensile steel
Dewdrop ladders..thin threads
Outwit the wasp, the fly..
Outwitting all who stumble by.
Long silvered cables stretch
Across the unwary eye.
Stuck..sticky stretches of
A wished for prize…
Wrapped ..stung..sucked dry.
Satisfied..smug in her dull brown coat
Full bellied, pompous ..prim,
She attends her ladders of death
As September sunbeams warm her prey!
Drawing & Poem: Hazel Brown
Lets go on a Saturday September Spider Hunt!
Start in the back garden. Continue up in Tessier Gardens.
Yes we are!
We Spiders got serious work to do. No time to lose! Now shove off!
While Haze was up and out in her back garden taking pictures of these
I was still wrapped up in the silky web of sleep. Overslept the alarm! So Haze wrote this with me in mind
This Fog has no voice
It crept in at dawn.
To drip..drop..mist upon your eyes,
Shrouding you with wet wool
When sleep would not release you
From your pillow of dreams.
Outside the wet webs of waiting spiders
Hang with silvered globes,
Unaware of their own beauty.
A tension sits heavy on the still air
Pauses…then trembles ..waiting..
For the warm breath of the Sun!
Poem: Hazel Brown
I eventually re-emerged from down there, and flapped off to work
But I felt dream-woven into the bottom of that silky web all day.
Photos: Hazel Brown
This is what Haze was seeing in her back garden early this morning
These wet webs were everywhere. A couple of dozen spiders had got cracking with the dawn.
Haze has written out some spiderlore to bless the sticky webs with.
Photo & Calligraphy: Hazel Brown
I’ve stupidly upset my winter guest.
Blocking the escape route back to her tiny corner hole.
Making her jump about arse over tit on her web.
She was not at all pleased. Very put out to be put upon (and poked with a pencil)
Couldn’t wait to get away from the disgraceful ignomy I was putting her through. Danced down my arm, abseiled smartly down the wall – and legged it sharpish.
Possibly never to be seen again.
Goodbye Henrietta winda spida. Come back again next winter!