Rescued from the clutches

I found a dead wasp outside the conservatory this morning, so I gingerly picked it up and carried it down to the greenhouse and carefully placed it on the spider's web.  On later inspection I find it has been wrapped up tidily by said spider and will no doubt be consumed when it feels peckish.

I rescued this lacewing from the greenhouse before it made the mistake of checking out the web and put it into the new bug house, but it doesn't seem impressed.

After four grandsons our friends now have a long-awaited granddaughter.  Phew!

I'm still walking like a cowboy whose been too long in the saddle.