Most spiders I have met are diligent weavers who repair their webs. Well, except for Black Widows who live in rags put up only to give their males something to fight over (pretty much). The rest repair their webs. Here’s a web that wasn’t patched up, though.

I presume that back in the good old summer time, the spider was sitting somewhere in the upper fifth of that web and along came a bird, flew into the web alone and flew out with lunch. It’s a bit of a message, I think: if you want spiders, plant flowers; if you want birds, don’t kill spiders. Here’s another. This one was never finished! Perhaps the spider was simply interrupted. Let’s hope so.

This one, too.

It’s pretty clear. We need more spiders!