Sunday night upon entering the kitchen I heard a furious humming of wings and slapping of body against the ceiling fluorescent light tube. I immediately thought of fairies! When I saw it I still thought of fairies. It was really big this poor panicking flying insect.
I could see it was a dragonfly.
I shouldn’t have done what I did next which was to stand on a stepping stool (the ‘kick-along’) to try and capture it inside a clear plastic container. Three times it settled on my outstretched hand as I cooed to it. On the fourth attempt I gently caught it. I brought it through to the front room to look at the dragonfly under the craft light there.
I was amazed by its enormous eyes covering most of its head. I marvelled at the strong aerodynamic body and the metallic wings.
I took a poor quality photo and short film from my kindle. It was all I could do not having better equipment.
I then took this fascinating little creature outside to deposit it in one of my flower tubs. For a moment it refused the flower and jumped on my hand. I had to gently nudge it onto the flowers. It paused a moment and then flew off into the night sky.
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“Daffodils” by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee:
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company:
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Note: I wanted to write up this post earlier in the week but the assault two days later took up most of my time.
Copyright Faith McCord 2020
Story and artwork belongs to Faith McCord who is the author and artist holding the copyright. This is not a public domain work. Worldwide rights.