After a glorious night, most of the emergence is done, or at least paused, as it is a cold morning here.
The imagos have matured over night and blackened. I didn’t know that they can have different eye colors.
The one of top decided to move a little, and to let go:
Some of them look weary into the future. The birds have been particularly loud this morning.
Here is one I rescued after it falling to the ground.
Time passes.
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