Then I heard a voice. To be sure, the voice was in
my head but it was distinctive. The voice said: "You stupid idiot. You
are here. If you want to see us, get your damn feet wet." I did not
immediately recognize that the voice was zygopterid. But I did get my
feet wet.
The water was only ankle-deep but mucky. I could
now see the bright sunlit spot just a few yards away. Remarkably, on
reaching the spot, the water turned crystal clear along an outflow
channel from the pond, and the clear channel was lined with large lily
plants (recalling callow lilies to me). It was like a little magical
kingdom of sunshine and bright green lily-castles. Among the
lily-castles were several Pacific Forktails and suddenly, perched above
a half-moon porthole as if it were the castle guard, was a striking
male Swift Forktail (above). I managed only a shot or two when it was
swiftly off, but another charged towards me from the right, landing for
close inspection (below). But who was inspecting whom?
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