As I watched, my heart went out to this Platylestes heterostylus as a Pseudagrion australasiae kept attacking it as it perched on a stem, chasing it away. It took a while, and several perches later, before it found peace of mind and eventually began its morning stretching routine by flexing and swinging its abdomen in an aerobic workout.
One of the Lestes praemorsus at the pond. There were quite a number of them, all perched quite inconspicuously, minding their own business, each in its own world of daydreams.
I wonder what happened to that wing of this Neurothemis fulvia? Looks as if it's been scorched. Doesn't it make you wonder?
And another favourite hangout on a twig with more than just one damselfly.