Guess I wrote too soon. Lazarus like, the summer reappeared,
the winds still in the wrong direction. And I headed coast-wards anyway, as the
lift was available. Not so far as a beach though, just a few miles inland by
the Alde Estuary. Late summer visits to Snape Warren seem to have become
traditional, but I don’t really know why. On this evidence I really don’t know
why. An estuary mired in haze and glare and a heath encroached by sapling
trees. You go where your lifts can take you and you go when you’re told. Today
I was done early.
‘Did you see any birds?’ Mum asked.
‘Gigantic female Sparrowhawk’. She nodded. She’s been well
trained. ‘And an Adder. First one for several years. It saw me before I saw it
though. I only saw it slithering away under a bush several feet away from my
own…’
And, in the spirit of life and (near) death, two days shy of
a year ago I photographed this at the same spot. Apparently wasps only ever
rarely attack freshly emerged dragonflies yet this is a fully adult Common
Darter
After some fight the dragonfly escaped.
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