
This morning it was me that was dozy, not the moths. After a long trip to Northumberland, I got up late, but the catch was all sleeping too, possibly because the wind had got up in the night and it isn't a morning for fluttering around half-comatose on fragile wings. I have some new arrivals, which is increasingly unusual now that I am into my fifth year of using the light. On the yellow box is Single-dotted Wave, a lovely delicate creature although hopelessly misnamed: it is covered with dots.
Afterthought: is it that forlornly-named moth, the Dingy Shears? If so, it completes a trio of newcomers and is also, according to my 2003 edition of WT&L, local. But it may not be dingy enough.
Latest thought from a mothy friend: a Grey or Dark Dagger, maybe the rosea form of the DD. The mystery continues...
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