I sms’d Jules (she wasn’t wakker genoeg to be on signal.org yet) from my stoep after she had visited me while I was whiling away my last weeks in Westville, waiting for the sale of my home to go through so I could hand over the keys to the new owners, and hit the road in my Ford Ranger. ca.2022. The year. The Ranger is 2008.
Jules! I just saw a kill in my binocs! A flying predator flew low over the water, executed an instant 180°, then a vertical lunge and nabbed its prey, biting its head off. (I imagine that last part, the prey was actually too small to see that kind of detail).
I spose I could have been more succinct: ‘Dragonfly Munches Miggie‘
While he was chewing, another dragonfly challenged him. A brief aerial dogfight ensued, then discretion was judged the better part of valour and they said Wag n Biekie and called a truce. Or maybe the challenge ended once he’d swallowed?
Exciting stuff! I’ve had my exercise for the morning.
I managed to shoot him while he was burping contentedly – his prey show up as even more blurry whitish fuzzballs.
~~oo0oo~~
wakker genoeg – ‘with it’ enough
stoep – porch; veranda; patio; favourite perch
miggie – gnat; midge; flying sitting duck; maybe muggie?