As the anonymous volunteers at the Pedia of Wik so eloquently put it:
They continue, breathlessly:
This distinctive posture is called the “heart”.
Probably, don’t try this at home, kids.
In any case, those are Mr. and Mrs. skimming bluet damselfly or Enallagma geminatum, as the ancient Latins liked to say. If you’ve ever wondered to yourself “just how many types of dragonflies and damselflies even are there in Wisconsin?”, head on over to the Wisconsin Dragonfly Society and wonder no more!
Meanwhile, that’s not the only action at the pond. It appears that we have crayfish, and somebody had a tasty one for lunch yesterday.
It looks raw and pretty fresh, so I’m thinking the kids that visit to catch frogs or go fishing didn’t eat it, and I bet the snapping turtle would eat it but not bother bringing it up on shore nor leave any parts behind. So my best guess is that the muskrat did it with his incisors right there on the northeast lawn. I sure hope he had some poivron, onion, and celery to go with!
Man, is there anything not living and breeding in this pond?
Oh, and before I forget, many thanks to the generous benefactor who left me the 50,000 Indonesian Rupiah banknote in the parking lot! Anne’s already planning to spend it on our second honeymoon.