First Flight

We watched as a dragonfly lava climbed from the pond up to  the underside of a lily pad leaf. It split it’s case and a pale ghost of a dragonfly hung out … dangling down to the water. After half an hour in one swift movement it escaped its prison and hung correct way up; wings crumpled. Over the next half hour the wings expanded and dried moving from vertical to horizontal. The emerged insect now quivered in the heat of the day and suddenly took flight.

I’ve started so I’ll finish

Once you have started looking at geese it becomes habitual.

Searching a few dark bellied Brents at Cley the other week and out of a ditch in the field tripped this little pale bellied jobbie. He should have been up in Northumberland or Ireland, not mixing with his dark bellied cousins in North Norfolk.