Today’s Beauty: A Dragonfly (photos)

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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.

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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.

:::::::::::::::: ARE YOU ABLE TO ID THIS DRAGONFLY FOR ME?:::::::::::::::: 

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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.

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Note: I wanted to write up this post earlier in the week but the assault two days later took up most of my time.

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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.

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