These fantastic insects are the first of the dragon / damselflies that you are likely to see on the wing from around May onwards. This is the female which is yellow/brown/green in colouration. The males are a wonderful shade of blue (below).
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If you feel that you would potentially be willing to be a part owner of Roswell pits e.g. Contribute to community ownership, simply email me and let me know how much you could pledge and I will keep a running tally on this site along with a roll of honor. Dr Andrew Balmford announced at the public meeting that he would put up £1000, to get the ball rolling, I am happy to do the same. Just £10.00 from everyone in Ely would be enough to do the job, so come on help me out here get your friends, family, and neighbors to visit the site and pledge. No money needs to be sent, as this is not a collection but, if there is no alternative way of raising funds, we will be finished before we started.
See below for a growing list of who have made pledges (sorted A-Z) Thank you to all who have contributed pledges so far, if I have spelt your name wrong please email me, and I will change it right away.
Why’s there no wind, in the willows today, Why aren’t there birds in the sky? Why can’t we see the destruction, the log, not a straw in our eye. Where are the flowers, of hedgerow and field, Where is our history of time. Bugloss and Venus’ looking glass gone, Corn cockle, Yarrow and Thyme. Where are the ponds, of our childhood dreams, Where are the frogs and the newts? Where are the stocking nets, laughter, and smiles, sticklebacks, Minnows and Coots? Why, when we look at green fields and trees, do we not recognise what is missing from view? Why aren’t we deafened by the silence, of pesticide chemical dews? Why when the wind blows, does our soil take flight, Why does the earth become dust? Where are the worms, and beetles and things…? The nature we know we can trust. Where are the miles, of hedgerow of old, Why did we tear them all down? Profit and ignorance, planted instead, of Blackthorn and Guilder rose crown. Where is the Brown Trout’s gravelly bed, for spawning and mating a new? Why has the silt taken over, and abstraction ruined the view. Squandered like cash, in a card game, Always raising the stakes, Never willing, to listen or learn, from past, or present mistakes. Why am I sitting in silence, Why do our children despair? Where are the treasures and riches, we promised, would always be there. What will we do when the Nature’s all gone, What will we gamble with next?‘ Dad… Why’s there no wind in the willows today? Why aren’t there birds in the sky? Why when you said that you loved the Earth, did your actions continue to lie?’
Copyright Chris Hughes 2006