A nicely warm afternoon tempted the Speckled Wood, above, into our garden yesterday. But by 5.30pm, it had started to turn into a chilly evening, so much so that we lit the fire for the second time in three days. The moths were not deterred, however. They provided me this morning with one of the most varied group of guests of the year so far.
My favourite was this hairy old fellow, the Pale Tussock, pictured above alongside a Caddis fly with a neat little quiff, and below with one of its woolly-breeched forelegs reaching out in a doglike fashion. Usually it extends both of them in this way.
Then we had a Shears, or as I call it a Secateurs which seems a better description of the little blades on its forewings.
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Very different now: a couple of delicate Silver-ground Carpets;
and an interesting contrast between two Heart and Darts, the first with a cheery flourish and the second more conventional in patterning. The Moth Bible notes that the patterns can vary and sometimes, as in this case, produce streaks.
Next we have a Clouded Drab Update: actually I think that this may be a Rustic Shoulder-knot. I will check with others more learned.
A Clouded-bordered Brindle,
a Small Square-spot