After my OAP muddles over nomenclature in the last post, the moths have kindly served me up with an easy one today. Behold the Blood-vein, above, snuggled up to an equally delightful Buff Ermine. There is no room for debate about the reason for its name.
It was the shortest night of the year - although I've never quite resolved whether that should be equal with the previous night, given that they 'bracket' the longest day. Help with this conundrum, as with everything else which floors me, would be gratefully received. In spite of the limited flying hours, the moths were plentiful and I was specially taken with this Longhorn moth on the bulb collar. Imagine having eyebrows like that. The actual moth is the size of a pine nut.
No need to discuss the reason for its name either, nor that of the handsome Large Yellow Underwing which comes next, above, nor the Straw Dots, below - a sparkling young one and a rather tattier elder.
Finally, today's micro-moth. I think it's probably cheery old Celypha lacunana once again, with the pattern on this one resembling a smiley face. If you look at it upside down, it's more of a crosspatch, like one of those reversible people we used to draw in our exercise books during boring interludes in, for example, Latin lessons.