After all, there is the tradition of 'telling the bees' in which beekeepers always announce major news by nipping out, tapping on the hives and saying something such as: "Bees! Bees! Bees! My daughter Meg is to be married to Saul the shepherd's son." Then the honey will flow.
Anyway, the moths duly did their bit. Last night brought the year's first hawk moth, this fine Poplar Hawk, albeit looking as if it has made a forced landing after being shot up by a Messerschmidt - note the hole in its wing. How that actually happened is an interesting puzzle. A near miss from bird strike? Or caught on a hawthorn spike while nectaring?
|Indistinct central black spots|
|Central black spots joined to form lines|
Finally, an appropriately cosy image for Anniversary Day: two snug little caddis flies nestling in an eggbox, with a passing beetle giving them his (or her) best wishes.