You never know what you're going to find in a field, and I rarely can resist exploring, even though I'm all too well aware of the strong association between tall grass and Deer Ticks. Oh well, I have Permethrin-imbued pants that are tucked into my socks, along with a hat and a long-sleeved shirt, and the hope—nothing more—that my luck will hold. I can't vouch for having warded off Lyme Disease... again... but good fortune was with me in the observation department. This beauty practically landed on me, and while, at first glance, I almost wrote it off as yet another Painted Skimmer, there was something a little off about the odonate, so I made sure that the dragonfly didn't go inadequately documented. That proved a good call, because when I got home and studied the pictures, it was a pretty quick jump for a possible Painted to a definite Calico... Pennant, so named because of the ode's tendency to hang on the tips of thin stems and blow like a colorful mini-flag in the breeze.