Talking of which, no doubt you know the joke about why Mrs Beebaw woke up to find her house full of aeroplanes? Why? Because she'd left the landing lights on, buddum-tish!
But back to insects. By coincidence, the trap's mighty bulb was topped this morning by the daring caddis fly above. I don't think it can have been there a little earlier, when the light was on. It would probably have melted.
Talking of which, a friend who operates a mercury vapour trap in a built-up area, where neighbours might understandably object to its lighthouse-like rays, has switched to a fine-sounding thing called a Black Bulb. This suppresses the light which humans can see but not the rays to which moths are tuned. He says that he doesn't get as many as before, but catches are decent all the same.
Talking of which - there, I've used the phrase three times which must bring good luck - there were plenty of good things in the eggboxes after a nicely mild night. Here are some of them. I hope to turn the lamp on again this evening.
|My first Dark Chestnut of the year|
|A Beaded Chestnut, I think|
|Remarkable that this lovely creature and the differently lovely one below are both Green-brindled Crescents|
|This one is the form cappucina, similarly named to the coffee I had in Kidlington this morning|
|And now three delicate November or Autumnal moths. I cannot tell them apart|
|Ah ha! Which moth is this? The Y looks golden but I think it's a Silver. Y, that is|
And finally, what is this?