Last summer I studied a dragonfly emerging from its nymph stage on the side of wooden post. I spent 40 minutes documenting with my camera its slow emergence from a thin shell. Its tail started out much shorter than its final, slim length. Its wings, at first brown, moist and squishy-looking, unfurled. They seemed to inflate, then thin, eventually becoming transparent.
Hundreds of shots later, when the insect looked like an adult dragonfly, it climbed to the top of the post and spread its wings. To get a better look at it I shifted position with difficulty, because I had been crouched in the same position for 40 minutes. A few seconds later it took flight, moving faster than I could capture.
Then something happened that I (and maybe the dragonfly) didn't see coming: A fraction of a second after the insect launched, a cedar waxwing swooped down on it.
I was stunned.
To go through all of that, only to become a bird's meal? I'm not 100% sure the bird caught the dragonfly, but they were there, and then before I could blink, they were both gone. I'm not naive about nature. I've witnessed plenty of blitz attacks. But this one really got to me, I guess because I had invested so much time in that insect.
Then I had another realization. Had I been photographing the cedar waxwing, I would have been thrilled to catch it nabbing a dragonfly in flight.
All of that got me thinking: What determines which critter we root for when predators pursue their prey? And why is watching a pursuit and capture so exciting?
Designed for their roles
For longtime Minnesota falconer Frank Taylor, the answer to the last question is all about appreciating the features of a creature that equip it for how it lives.