From a remote planet

This is coming to you on a very fragile but gutsy internet connection which has slowly but faithfully downloaded the pictures and signed up to Blogspot/Blogger. But I'd better crack on in case it falls through. You no doubt know the feeling.

Just to show some nice photos of this Red Line Quaker (Update: Nope, it's a Red-line - thanks to Ben in Comments), which initially crouched asleep on an eggbox, then tumbled out and lay upside down and comatose, allowing a view of its underwings.

                           

Then revived and began exploring a cushion.  And I've added a pic of one of the only other two moths in the trap which I'll identify later; I forgot to bring my Moths Bible and I daren't open another tab. Update: I think it's a Brick (Further update: and Ben doesn't disagree).

The scarcity of moths after recent good numbers and varieties is entirely due to the weather, I am sure. It has gone very chilly - albeit lovely and clear with fabulous tree colours - and the moths are mostly staying put in wherever it is they roost - tree bark, leaf piles, deep inside shrubs. Previous posts have talked about the time it takes for them to heat up internally sufficiently to be able to fly. I guess that simply hasn't been happening; or they've all had some genetically embedded message that it isn't worth the effort.