It seems that there is always something to observe, if I only take the time to notice. What started as a routine sweeping of the porch ended with the rescue of a stressed dragonfly.
This little one was caught in a light webbing. I carefully put my finger under its legs to free it. I was rewarded with a fluttering of its shimmery wings. Still not sure if it was merely stressed or nearly dead, I waited patiently.
Whatever assistance I provided must have been enough, for a moment later, off it flew.