the invasion

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We were out for a walk at lunchtime, enjoying the warmth of the spring sunshine after the horrid freezing fog of the early morning. MiL was getting her hair chopped, Baby Niece was sleeping whilst soaking up the sun's rays on her face, and I was admiring the poshness of that part of the village. Horses heads on gateposts. Don't fret, they're not real; they're statuettes, who get waved at by Baby Niece when she's awake. A red splodge on the wall to the right caught my eye. It was squirming. A mass of ladybirds writhed and wiggled, socialising as they sunbathed. Yikes. I do love a ladybird, but I've never seen more than three of them hanging around together at once. Tiny little black ones with red dots hid amongst the larger red ones with black dots. Are they babies? Do baby ladybirds begin with their colours the wrong way round? Or are they a completely different breed, a miniature one? Have I discovered a brand new species?!?! Seeing them freaked me out a bit ... I've been itching ever since and will quite possibly have to endure some sort of nightmare about a worldwide attack of insane alien ladybirds. Still, as long as that dream doesn't come true all will be well and dandy. *smile*