In the upper left is one of a number of orb-weaving spiders that make their homes out here in and around the grain fields. They are distinguished by their brightly-colored leg joints and their tendency to hang upside down. In the lower right, a daddy-long-legs has stumbled in to the web. The web's proprietor, sitting pretty in the center of the web either doesn't know or is a bit too scared because a large, roving hunting spider has taken advantage of the harvestman's oopsie, climbed on to the web, and is feasting away on it.
I love little moments like this. Don't ask me why. The usual run of things often includes little moments of drama like this, little stories that don't follow the usual narrative rules.
