Damselfly nymphs, who have overwintered for a year or two in the pond, are now thinking about crawling up a stalk or leaf of vegetation and transforming themselves into fully-flying damselflies. In our pond there appears to be more than one species based on their appearance such as whether they have banding on their tails (damselflies have 3 tails) but I'm not sure what exactly is in there. I know large red damselflies visit the pond and at least one type of blue damselfly.
This is the story of one called Fred though.
One day, as I was scooping out the dead leaves from the pond, I noticed one damselfly nymph swim its way over to the pond edge in front of me. Normally they like to keep themselves hidden and I often find them clinging to the undersides of leaves. Peering down I could see this nymph was a strong red colour different from the usual brown or green so it looked almost ready to transform into an adult large red damselfly. In fact he was even poking his head out of the water and starting to climb up the pond's side. I say 'he' as it's the male large red damselflies that are bright red whilst females are darker and so I, perhaps rather unimaginatively, christened him F(red) as a result.
Meet Fred |
Fred crawled up to the edge of the pond ..and..fell back in. Again he tried this time managing to haul himself onto one of the flag iris leaves but, again, tumbled back into the water. I was beginning to think Fred wasn't quite ready for this.
It was at this point Fred made a beeline to the shallower parts of the pond where there was more vegetation. But unfortunately also where there was a predatory newt. He swam straight towards the newt and she, seeing a possible meal, opened up her mouth and bit him. I probably shouldn't have named the damselfly really, names cause attachment even in this short of time and I admit I even let out a small 'no!' as he was bitten.
But somehow,
somehow Fred escaped. He managed to wiggle free and clung onto her leg only letting go as she swam back into the pond's depths rather oblivious to what was going on. Newts aren't the smartest of creatures. Was Fred okay though? Was he injured? I saw a couple of eyes through the leaves.. so he was still there at least.
He began crawling out again. but rather than climbing up a stem to burst out of his his exoskeleton as a newly emerged adult, Fred seemed determined to go for a wander across the lawn. I kept an eye on him as sparrows and blackbirds paid a visit to the garden to check out the soggy piles of leaves. I was starting to question what on earth Fred was up to as he slowly made his way to the hedge where the birds' were nesting; towards the mouths of hungry chicks. I tried to encourage him away and up some vegetation thinking maybe he hasn't twigged onto what he was meant to do. But he wasn't interested. Somehow he made his was back to the pond's edge and decided to plop back into the water. Maybe the time wasn't quite right.
Before long though he was off again on another adventure across the lawn. I watched him for a while but I needed to take the dog out for a walk. I questioned whether I should leave him to it, but seeing his past behaviour decided to put him on the flag iris and let him decide from there where things were a little safer.
On my return I scanned the lawn to see if he had decided on yet another walk but couldn't see him anywhere. But then I saw on the flag iris a newly emerged large red damselfly was sitting and getting ready to fly. It could have perhaps been one of the other nymphs in the pond but to my mind it was Fred.
He sat there drying his soft wings in the sun, shifting round on the stem as I looked at him in case I had plans to eat him. I checked from time to time to see how he was doing but had to head indoors to do other things. A pair of blackbirds visited the area and began sorting through the leaf pile for any invertebrates to make a meal of. The female headed to the drive whilst the male hopped around at the far end of the pond. Fred was at the near side of the pond so currently out of range but I gave them both a stern glare to not eat Fred.
Next I checked both Fred and the blackbirds were gone. Whether his luck finally ran out with the blackbird or whether he finally flew off to pastures new I'll never know. Damselflies are so vulnerable just sitting there and waiting until they are capable of flying.. and Fred seemed an extremely reckless one at that. But I like to think that he made it.