Hanging from branches of a weeping willow, safely high enough to be out of reach of my outstretched arms, a spider’s web which is not built to catch prey. It’s the web of a nursery web spider, formed to hold the eggs and as a protected environment for the baby spiders until they have grown big enough to face the world.
I couldn’t get up near enough for a close inspection, but I think the black dots are the as yet unhatched eggs.








