Tuesday, 27 June 2006
The dragonfly had just hatched from the pond and was still drying its wings. It flew away before I could take a better photo. There was a beautiful one in the greenhouse the other day - I had to catch it in my hands to let it out. Needed both hands to hold it, so I couldn't take a picture then.
Squiffany likes stones and will happily sit on the gravel playing with them for ages. We have to watch her though - she keeps wanting to sneak one into her mouth. She hasn't swallowed one yet, but I suspect that it's only a matter of time - like Petite's Tadpole did yesterday. You expect to watch a baby hawkishly, but as they grow up, you become more unwisely trusting.
PS. These pictures took all day, on and off, to load - I'm uneasily aware that they were hardly worth it. It's been like having to explain a joke, and then still getting a puzzled stare. I'm almost - almost - ready to resort to alcohol for comfort. The dragonfly shows up well when enlarged though, just click on it.