A Dragonfly’s Touch

We were up in Tessier Gardens waiting for the Southern Hawker.

This Red Darter turned up instead.
He was alighting everywhere: the backs of our hands and arms. He even allowed me to pick him up on my fingertips.
What a delightful dragonfly you were Mr Red Darter!

The Southern Hawker never arrived. Maybe next time.

Words & Vid: Ian Nisbet

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