The Boy Wonder was slightly sub-prime today. We still had a good day with him, with some lovely bits of chat, but he was hot, with no appetite, and it didn’t take much to throw him off his stride. I’m happy to report that we have got one thing sorted out though: he told me very firmly this afternoon that its actually blood that comes out of your injured knee (he having tripped and scraped one on the tarmac a little earlier). “I’s blood, Grandma. Not flood. Blood. OK?” I’ll try to remember that in future.
I took this at Forest Farm this morning, where we went to feed ducks and conduct scientific experiments on acorns. The dragons – only Common Darters and Southern and Migrant Hawkers today – were warm, skittish and combative, and the light as you can see was tricky, but R likes this slightly impressionistic (i.e. imperfectly focused) shot of a Common Darter fiercely defending his territory, and that’s enough of a recommendation for me to post it.
