This week I was quite surprised to see dragon flies buzzing around my back garden. This might be the first time I have ever seen them here, and they must be attracted to my little pond, which has reached just about the perfect organic balance this year. I was checking out Garden Safari, and they seem to be Hawkers, about 2.5 to 3 inches long. They must be the Migrant Hawkers, because I can't believe such large dragon flies could have emanated from my tiny pond, where the hungry Goldfish and Koi pretty much scour the pond clean of bugs.
Their visit must have something to do with this extraordinary wet weather we are having this August. I have never seen a summer on the Wanstead Flats, where the long wild grass was so damp. Usually, every year, bored schoolchildren set fire to the grass in patches, just to await the visit of Fire Engines. These fires are not actually desirable for the wildlife. What can I say, except that kids in East London are reflections on their parents, who usually have no respect for Wildlife and Greenery. Last Summer, which was the hottest driest summer on record, one of these fires was the biggest I ever did see here. There are quite a few dead large hawthorns that stand as evidence of this, near the south side of Alexandra Pond (the pond alongside the Aldersbrook road).
In fact, the amount of wildlife in this area has noticeably declined in the last ten years. I haven't seen a hedgehog in years; the magpies don't nest nearby anymore, and blackbirds don't nest in the back garden either.
People don't seem to care anymore, either. It does seem that the Back to Nature movement of the Sixties is also dying of old age, alongside with all the liberal ideals and problems that arose from that generation.