Friday, 24 October 2014



Most unusually, I forgot about the moth trap this morning and only realised at 11am that it was running with the light still blazing. Age.

Every cloud has a silver lining, however, and in this case it belongs to the elctricity company. The moths, too, may have slept more soundly with the mercury vapour bulb shining away above them.

There are still a goodly number, including Sprawlers, Blair's Shoulder-knots, Feathered Thorns and other such beauties among the various Chestnutty things which arouse my enthusiasm rather less. I also like the couple of micros pictured here: a Plume moth, one of the flying T-junction sign family, I think the familiar and well-named Common Plume, Emmelina monodactyla, and the Garden Rose Tortrix, Acleris variegana, in the second picture.

My third beast relates to yesterday's conundrum, happily solved in the Comments section yesterday by Countryside Tales. Here, with deft timing, is a lacewing which is not quite yet ready to go to bed until next Spring.