Haze filmed Common Blue Damselflies in Tessier Garden this week.
Males mating and merging with the females.
So exquisitely intricate, fragile, delicate.
(although the dominant grip the males lock the females heads into looks fearsomely archaic)
The males then dance and dip the females into the pond to get them to release (oviposit) their eggs.
This has all been going on for millions and millions of years.
Filming: Haze Brown; Vid: Ian Nisbet
Laid out flat on our backs on a sunny Saturday afternoon in the middle of the Bight on Dawlish Warren, watching and filming skylarks.
This one obligingly stood on a stalk
And from about 50 feet away, let us film him singing
We pointed cameras up at the skylarks as they sang high above us, vainly attempting to follow them as they fell out the sky; but couldn’t get clear film of the exhiliration we were seeing.
We stuck at it all sunny afternoon long. Stayed still, stayed patient, as one after another of these skylarking skylarkers came flying and falling onto the scrubby buddleia bushes around where we lay.
Enthralling. Utterly delightful.
Skylarking: Hazel Brown & Ian Nisbet
Seen from the back garden last Saturday.
A sunset slice eradiating right across the near horizon from left to right.
The stand of conifers dusked up with early evening blusher.
Would there being anything in Tessier Garden this rainy Saturday afternoon to observe and write down in our little notebooks? Well there were the spots in that umbrella……
“You hold it!”
“No, I’ll hold it !”
“Getting wet !!”
“Can’t see a thing!”
The kind of rain
That wets you through.
The wind that drives these drops.
The kind of rain…….
Is the rain kind?
A wet bench with wet
Trees dripping huge drops.
“I’m wet! ”
“I’ll hold it !”
“No I’ll hold it !”
“Let’s get under it …TOGETHER!”
The rain… Is kind!.
Picture & Poem: Hazel Brown
My look at Haze looking out (from Maidencombe Beach)
I fade to oblivion
of turning tide
and born anew
Words: Ian Nisbet