Sunday, 22 May 2011
A drop to drink
I've been at a family gathering in Stow-on-the-Wold where a moth trap wasn't practicable but eagle-eyed nieces, cousins, aunties and other relatives more than made up for that.
I love these, with their Turkish carpet colouring of rich patterns on a velvety blue background. They were also one of the first big catties I found regularly as a boy. That was because of their habit of creeping up large blades of grass to sip the dewdrops at the top, which made them easy to discover - and gives them their name. They tended to pupate soon after capture and then hatch into big yellowy-brown moths which swooped happily away into the Herefordshire countryside.