This beauty has been a regular visitor to our garden pond over the last few days, coinciding very conveniently with the end of National Dragonfly Week. It's significantly larger then the dragonflies we've spotted in previous years and I managed to take a quick snap as it briefly settled on a leaf in the weeping pear tree.
Of course, we weren't the only ones interested in the visitor. Late afternoon yesterday, Bea, the now not-so-little tabby and resident fly catcher here, sauntered in from the garden with something vaguely familiar sticking out of her mouth. After a chase around the house, she eventually released her prey. The poor thing was still alive and we managed to return it to the garden where it flew away but who knows if it's survived. Bea couldn't understand what all the fuss was about. I'm still not speaking to her.