Dragonfly or whatever

Whilst I was taking a breather from my mega-chainsawing, I noticed a tadpole in the water. How magnificent is nature, I pond-ered (weak pun – Ed.) as I wondered at how such a small creature could survive a large scale storm water flood, but then of course we don’t get many of those in the Spring – a fact which Mother N has already worked out and made life easier for the little being.

However, I was distracted by a movement in the undergrowth (overgrowth?) of weed just to my right, and a stick was moving along the stones. More watching proved it to be more than that as what I suspect to be a Dragonfly, or Damsel fly made itself more clear. Without going on to Wiki, or just Google, I seem to remember that they are born and live underwater, until on one particular morning they emerge onto a stem of something poking out of the water and then they de-chrysalise or whatever the term might be and emerge in all the splendour of their colours, just, it seems to die on that day. Let’s hope they pick a long one!