This is not a repeat of my walking post the other day, it’s a different one.
Yesterday, it was a little cooler, and there was a (very) slight breeze which made walking more comfortable. I set out at 1pm, and did much the same walk I had written about previously. There were few other people around. I only saw five other adults, and two children. One young woman was walking a dog, but that was it.
That walk was different from the other day. This time, I concentrated more on the damselflies for longer, realising they have a definite pattern in their behaviour. The skimming over the river followed by the resting on a leaf takes a little over ten seconds, so they do that almost six times a minute, in the same unchanged pattern. They are not hive insects like bees, nor colony insects like ants. Yet despite being individuals, they stick together in so many ways, repeating that pattern constantly.
All except for one solitary damselfly, which remained on a nettle leaf about four feet from the bench I was sitting on. That one didn’t move at all. So I speculated that it might have hatched earlier, and now be approaching the end of its short insect life-cycle. No longer needing to exert itself unduly.
Not unlike the man sitting watching it.
The other thing that I noticed yesterday was that all the adults I saw were looking at their mobile phones as they walked along. One shirtless man on the riverbank path checked his constantly without looking around or where he was going, and the devices in his ears suggested to me that he was expecting (or hoping for) a call. Other walkers were glued to their phones, their thumbs flicking as they scrolled up and down their screens.
They didn’t notice the damselflies, or stop to appreciate the movement of the water in the river. They couldn’t hear the birdsong because of their earpieces, and whatever was on those tiny screens was more important to them than the nature surrounding them.
Call me old-fashioned, but I think they all got it wrong. Totally wrong.
They might just as well have stayed at home.