It's a hard life!

The flowers of the rose bay willow herb produce prodigious quantities of hairy seeds which are dispersed by the wind. Evolution doing its thing.


Unfortunately, as Robert Burns noted in his poem To a Mouse. "The best-laid schemes o’ Mice an’ Men Gang aft agley." The same applies to the dispersing seeds of the  willow herb. Many of them are doomed, as they caught in the thorns of the gorse bushes. Many others are caught in spider webs, much to the chagrin of the spiders.

Life is never easy!