For two Summers now, I have observed the Garden Orb on one tree beside the stairs leading from kitchen to garden. Not just the orb but also a spider that is similar in yellow, white and black markings, but stays curled in a leaf home.
I have videoed their activities and become attached to them dearly.
As children we were scared of spiders, and family used to kill any spider at first sighting, so it took a long time to become present to them and learn to observe, wait, watch and learn. I began this process with Hunstman spiders that occasionally came into our house in Blackburn, yet was determined to not be scared but allow them to "speak" and show me their ways. It was an initiation.
The orb spider became the other main spider of this learning, and by very close observation of the spider/s, the egg cocoons which have been a very pale green, their hatchings, and the delight of the babies creating lines, then eventually little webs, a few in May remaining and steadying out the blasts of wind that are now coming our way.
I have had many experiences of interactions and watchful learning, observing the spiders lives at all times of day or night. So many things have absolutely surprised me, leaving me quite frankly in awe of them. My large female left her web about 5 weeks ago and did not return. The last of the threads falling apart in winds last week.
The leaf spider is still in her web, but the strong winds tear it apart now every day. There is less food and somehow she has lost two legs on one side, her web showing erratic pattern. I do not know what to feed her as the moths are now gone, and as winter approaches I observed last year larger spiders weaken and die about this time, or disappear.
Half a dozen orb babies are weathering the winds and rebuilding daily.
Did I say I am in awe of them?
One thing is certain; they are sentient, and one can build a relationship with them. I am sure it has to do with wavelength, and if you know anything of resonance medicine, it is not surprising at all.
I love reading other people's experiences, and have discovered that if you make the time to observe, every day, or night, there are things that will surprise you, tremendously. Their little lives are short and so every day for them is like a year, and so many things can happen in a day in a spider's life. I learnt that they love, if I may use the term, swaying in the warm breeze in the centres of their webs. If the wind is powerful, the small ones will undo their own webs, sometimes very rapidly, if a storm is whipping up, and remain clinging on a single strong line, jangled and shaken, rather than return to a branch, where probably predators may be. As the wind subsides, in the night they will rebuild a small glowing golden halo about them. Play a torch on the threads, marvelling at the beauty.
The babies in mid-May, Mt Eliza area, building these little mandalas, are only about 2-3mm in body width and about 5mm with legs, so I do wonder how they make it throughout the winter with hardly any food - to grow into the magnificent adults we discover in Summer? That is the question. The adults, sorrowfully, do not seem to be able to make it through another season. I need to know more.
Thanks to the tree near the kitchen window for relinquishing to me this previously secret activity among its branches, totally unknown before this.