The trap was busy enough last night but short on novelties or anything particularly interesting, apart from this gallant old Red Underwing which seems to summon up the tattered but lively character of the best sort of old age pensioner. He or she is being watched in the top photo by the beady eyes of a Beaded Chestnut, a common visitor for the past few weeks.
By way of compensation, moth enthusiasm among our neighbours continues strongly. Next door even had a moth burglar the other night, which fluttered round an alarm sensor in the small hours and set the bells ringing. Down the road, where we went for a lovely birthday party yesterday, the top room of a thatched cottage is full of hibernating Small Tortoiseshell butterflies. The young couple who live there fall asleep counting them, instead of sheep.
|One of our neighbours' slumbering Small Tortoiseshells|
|And one of our own. Don't they make you feel drowsy already?|
|Not a Caddis fly. Update: no, it's a Rush Veneer micro - many thanks to Richard in Comments|
|Here's that one again, in Micro-moth Bible ID-ing position|
|Are these two above the same? Update: yes. Richard in Comments to the rescue again, and I'm delighted that these are Deep-brown Darts, new to the trap (or at least I haven't recognised them before)|
|Shouldn't take too long to sort out after breakfast (shockingly late)|
|Garden Rose Tortrix, from memory|
|Isn't this handsome? I know what it is but can't just remember at the mo. Update: and Richard beats me to it, kindly and helpful as ever. It's another newcomer, a Pale Mottled Willow. Very many thanks.|
|And a final tiddler, which shouldn't take too long to sort out once the Bible is examined.|