It was windy last night but I put the trap out, partly to see if the weather has any effect on moth operations. Overnight it has rained a little, so that must have been a deterrent too, but there were eight Heart and Darts tucked into the egg boxes, plus this quartet.
The yellow one is a Brimstone moth, whose eponymous butterfly counterpart is one of the best arrivals here in Leeds during our time (although I haven't yet seen one this year). Then we've a Marbled Minor, the pretty one with the black and silver colouring, and (I think...) a Common Rustic nosing its way into an egg cone. But what is this other one, with blurred wings - the result of my disturbing it rather than camera shake.(Stop Press: see helpful Comment) It's a classic example of why I have trouble identifying moths. But I'm going back to bed and my morning tea now, to see if I can work it out. Another thing I need to work out is how to get rid of that lonely little 'the' above, a printer's widow, but at the moment I can't.