This is what I was greeted with when I went out with Ranger. What a lovely design! And the first attempt by a very juvenile spider.
Perhaps you can see a few of them in their birth-nest. The mother? A lovely green creature who I cannot find just now...she nursed them so well, moving the strange nugget of silk around the garden until she managed to make this relatively waterproof snare in the serrano bush.
There were scattered trails of silk here and there this morning but only this spider seemed to have the concept down. What an amazing transmission of skills, really. Waking up to the world a few days ago and then knowing what must be done...it was studiously moving the droplets, perhaps aware that their weight could ruin the lace.
I've been rather taken with the whole process, worrying about the mother who hardly had time to hunt. Trooper saw a praying mantis (juvenile) in the area and worried about the war. He hates spiders but even he had to admit this was an interesting affair. We needn't have worried. She snatched him up and stowed him nearby, perhaps saving him to nurse her through the long weeks of waiting. Or perhaps holding it in reserve for her own to suckle upon...
It was a lovely gift of nature this morning.