"But the wings that make me my breath" - a Dragonfly with morning dew pearling his wings. Photography: Frank Krahmer / Frank Krahmer, zefa/CorbisOn a stone by the edge of the rough track a Dragonfly is taking the heat of the afternoon sun in the afternoon. Wary that it could take flight if I approach most closely, step back and focus my binoculars down as they go. The image focuses to reveal a long and Brown ochre body, a characteristically powerful chest and a pair of enormous complex Brown and yellow eyes. But the wings that make me my breathing. A network intricate support veins it is divided and subdivided its apparent fragility in lace in small groups, and a combination of light and angle opportunity has created a patchwork of brilliant Golden spread through la Plata.
This exquisitely winged creature is a female common darter, and she is not alone, because it seems that this route through the grass and heather is a territory of favorite Dragonfly. Protected from the wind but exposed to the Sun throughout the day, makes his way past several small pools, their surfaces with a scattering of leaves of grass and its low banks lined with clusters of reed.
Dragonflies are everywhere: on the wing, red-orange of the male common Darter bodies are as bright as the Sun so that they appear at first as a different species altogether from the female. There are dragonflies of Monterrico on the road, in swimming pools and skimming on the heather. In a large sloping rock, a Squadron is at rest. All face the same way, females were lined up in a range spaced unevenly, males forming a more flexible group but with the latent threat of attack helicopters, waiting for the next mission. Darter, like all dragonflies are predators, launch - as its name suggests: attack sudden a situation or a favorite vantage point that will return with their prey.
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