Cormac MacConnell: A sting in the tale of Harlequin invasion
I always drop down to my hunkers, to closely observe the strikingly vivid visitors to the shrubs and flower.
They look, like kingfishers maybe, to be infinitely more exotic and charismatic than any other native insect. They somehow illuminate all their surroundings when you see them. They are truly spectacular, bright, delicately gorgeous, surpassing the beauty of even the most luxuriant flowers they alight upon. And that, for sure, is another pure truth.
