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It is evening, just before 9pm. The sun has just set and the light is fading fast.
To the south, a gibbous moon shines weakly. The temperature is dropping quickly under clear skies and a freshening wind.
You receive a phone call from a friend.
"Just wanted to let you know there's a dragonfly at the nature reserve... thought you might be interested... I'm about 18 inches away from it...I've taken a few photos, but had to use flash."
What would you do? Would you go?
abandoned parked the car beside the Centre and dashed strolled over to the raised tanks that were used in the past for what I presume were trials of different aquatic habitats. The info received said that the dragon was here somewhere.
I checked all the vegetation, but couldn't see an insect anywhere. I checked again, walking around the other side of the tanks. Nothing. Then I looked at the surrounding wall to see if it was roosted there. Nope.
I left a voice message to say thank you for the tip, but it looked like the dragon had flown or been predated. Hanging up, I put the phone back in my pocket and happened to look down. There, in the tank with little vegetation protruding above the surface and hence the one I'd not given much more than a cursory glance, was sat a Broad-bodied Chaser. A few feet to the left, its exuvia was clinging to the wooden frame around the tank.
|21.12 Exuvia (shed larval skin) clinging to woodwork above raised tank|
|21.15 Female Broad-bodied Chaser dragonfly|
This might be today's only good news story.