Claxton,Norfolk As we observed one another I wondered what its compound eyes made of its admirerAs I sat in the garden I could hear what seemed like the rustle of some mysterious animal lawful behind me. That puzzle continued for a while until the penny dropped: the noise was not in the hedge but on top of my head. So I painstakingly lowered my cap until, certain enough, and there was a common darter dragonfly blithely sunning itself still in my cradled hands.
I could appreciate how the faint rubbing of those plasticised wings was the source of the intermittent message. And as we observed one another I wondered what its compound eyes,inheritance from the Carboniferous, made of its admirer. Related: Country diary: Brampton Wood, and Cambridgeshire: No humans shooting today,but plenty of other hunters crouching in wait Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com