No one at home

For the first time in ages, the trap was empty last night. Not a soul in the eggboxes after freezing temperatures and a lot of Guy Fawkes noise and smoke. Hence my illustration.

I have some news, however. Driven by the lack of moths to a spell of statistics, I counted up the number of species (including three very distinct varieties) in my list of moths which have visited me here and in Leeds. In December last year, it stood at 364. Now it is 383. Onwards to 400? Maybe next year.

Quietening down

Things really are getting a bit fag-endish now (though I hope that if I say that, the moths may lay on a few fireworks when I put the trap out for Bonfire Night). Not many more regular species remain to make their debut for 2016 although one of them, the December Moth, always fills me with happiness when I sit in slumbering away in its chocolatey fur coat.

Today's moth is a Large Wainscot, although actually not a particularly large one. Otherwise, there was little of interest in the eggboxes, although Ben's correction of my mis-guess in the last post means that I have another completely new species in my garden records: the micro-moth Eucosma obumbratana.

Finally, here's an appropriate firework for Guy Fawkes. Boom!

Time travel

I positioned the trap in the veg patch last night and it seemed to enjoyed itself travelling back in time. For the first time in a fortnight there were Large Yellow Underwings plus a Barred Sallow and a very fresh Common Marbled Carpet (top picture), a very pretty moth which usually starts petering out in early October.

The first visitor I saw was the Nut Bud moth micro, Epinotia tenerana (at least that's what I think it is), which fluttered from the trap when I lifted the canopy and sought refuge in an artichoke plant. Coffee-coloured, it resembles specifically a Flat White, with those little swirls on the leading edge of its wing reminiscent of the patterns in the coffee's froth.

I asked on the unfailingly helpful Upper Thames Moths blog about the next, battered but still functional moth. A Wainscot, I thought, but Dave Wilton suggests a Setaceous Hebrew Character. These are notably sturdy and long-lived and I think that he is right.

I also expressed my frustration and bafflement about the next four moths - I'm rather proud of my composite presentation of them - which are members of the irritatingly similar Epirrita family of four species.

In spite of their different patterns and colouring, these are probably all male November moths but distinguishing them from the Pale November, the Autumnal and Small Autumnal is too expert a job for me.  You can see the problem, below, on the relevant page in the Moth Bible.  But thanks to Dave's fellow-expert on UTM, Peter Hall, I can at lerast tell you that they are male. The females of the species do not come to light.

Sprawling amid Thorns

The other day on the Upper Thames Moths blog, that sacred text which helps to keep me on the straight and narrow, its supremo Dave Wilton noted that he was expecting the Sprawler and Feathered Thorn any day now.  They are two of the end-of-season delights which usually visit moth trappers in this part of the world about now. Lo and behold, look what greeted me this morning.

The Sprawler, above, is so-called because its caterpillar throws back its head and front quarters when surprised, in what could be considered - at a stretch - the caterpillar version of a sprawl.  I find this explanation a bit contrived and am content to feel that the moth's beautiful tweedy livery is the sort of thing worn by idle gentlemen in clubs who sprawl in armchairs.

The Feathered Thorn - actually two of them in my trap and one of the grass nearby - is named on account of the feathery antennae sported by the male. He comes to light happily but the females are more reticent and I have yet to see one.

The eggboxes also contained another Merveille du Jour, above, well-known for brining me a great sense of satisfaction, and a lovely Red-green Carpet, below.  It was joined by another one nestled on a nearby wall amid the skeletal remains of a dead ivy which look like the fossilised bones of ancient sea creatures.

Return of the striped pyjamas

Unusually, given the weather, I pottered out to inspect this morning's moths in my striped pyjamas - familiar and I hope beloved so far as regular readers are concerned. They lend a pleasant pool of blue to the otherwise rather Autumnal shades of the season's moths.

I have been a bit lax about what entomologists know as the Epirrita, four moths which are abundant at this time of the year and are, in the accurate words of the Moth Bible, 'at first sight, confusingly similar'.  I would amend this observation to say 'and at all subsequent sightings' and I dare not pronounce on each one with any confidence at all.

As a result, I have been referring to them in recent posts variously as Autumnal or November moths. The truth is, they could any one of the following four: Autumnal Moth, Small Autumnal Moth, November Moth or Pale November Moth. The Bible recommends all manner of sophisticated methods to distinguish them apart, including hand-lens, low-powered microscope, genital examination and the removal of some scales after temporary anaesthetics with something called ethyl acetate. I am afraid that I am not prepared to do any of these things and will ask you to assume that most of my specimens, including the rather fine one above, are November Moths, which are by some stretch the most common.  Sorry.

Meanwhile, amid the Black Rustics, Green-brindled Crescents, Beaded Chestnuts, Large Wainscots and other nightly regulars, here is a Sallow Moth, the first for a few weeks, and below what I think is a rather battered Lunar Underwing of the russet brown sort.

Finally, and also the first for a while, a Deep-brown Dart, a flying mate of the Black Rustic albeit a little scarcer.

Here I am again

 

Our visitor in search of a Merveille du Jour - see last post - departed without a sighting, albeit very pleased with the particularly beautiful Green-brindled Crescent which flew in instead. Look what duly arrived the day after he had gone, above.

You don't recognise it from its tummy view? Well, see below. Yes, it is the moth he hoped to see for real, rather than having to make do with one of my photographs. Note my Marmite mug in the background, celebrating the return of the product to Tesco's shelves after the post-Brexit spat with Unilever.

I have found that Merveille du Jours tend to come when the trap's light is as out in the open as I can contrive. Last night, as you can see, I contrived a curious hedgetop position. In case you are wondering, the flags are the Union Jack and EU stars, which will fly until the UK comes round to realising that it isn't very sensible to smash up your own economy. And not just the Marmite part of it.

The moth's the little scrap at the top of the cowl rim to the right of the cable

Other arrivals included the spirit-lifting warm colours of the Barred Sallow, immediately below, and the handsome brown moth below that which I hope to identify in leisure over my morning cup of tea. I must now go and get that sorted.

Update: It's a Square-spot Rustic.

Obliging a visitor

A very nice friend has been to stay after an interval of almost exactly two years. Back in 2014, he had his introduction to that paragon among moths, the Merveille du Jour, and he was hoping for a reunion this time.

That was not to be, but he was able to feast his eyes on this particularly lovely Green-brindled Crescent which in my view gives the Merveille a run for its money - in colouring and pattern if not in name.

The trap also offered a Black Rustic with slightly unusual colouring which makes clearer the 'double lobe' pattern common to all rustics but often concealed by the sheer Darth Vaderish darkness of the Black one.

I was specially pleased to have Large Wainscot on the guest list as well, a graceful and exquisitely patterned moth which cheers up these colder days and nights.

Here are the three of these stars together

and here is another nice visitor concluding the rill-call for our friend: a Blair's Shoulder-knot.

Oh, and the Harlequin ladybirds are about. I know we're not supposed to like them, but I can't resist that bright and bold colouring.

And now the darker side

You can get a bit blase when you've blogged about the same subject for years, but there's also a sort of reassurance in the predictability of most arrivals in the trap. That is the case today - and yesterday. First the beautiful Green-brindled Crescent flew in, a regular glory of this darkening time of the year. And then, on its heels, comes today's cappuchino version of the same species; with the green replaced by assorted browns.

It isn't as beautiful but it outdoes the standard green form for interest, because this is a form found only in the UK.  In the current climate post-referendum that may please the more rabid 'Leavers', but the rest of us shouldn't allow that to deny us our own pleasure in such a peculiarity.  Like most darker forms of moths, most famously the virtually black Peppereds, it used to be found more in industrial areas than elsewhere, but its distribution appears to be coming more general.

Also staying last night: a Beaded Chestnut, a moth which likes dots and dashes more or less equally.

Autumn colours

Russet, amber and yellow are the colours of Autumn in our landscape. For today's main moth, the season's colour is green.

Here it is: the lovely Green-brindled Crescent whose vivid splash of metallic wing scales, using both the reflection and refraction of light to achieve their effect are shown below and a little closer-up, above.

It is a lovely creature at this largely sober time of the year. In certain lights (and to some extent, with certain cameras), it also has a purplish tone on the outer part of its wings. It is very well-behaved when it calls on me; usually deeply asleep and happy to be photographed many times.

Quite a few moths continue to call, among them the visitors below, all duly captioned below the pictures.  We've just had rain but I think that tonight will be dry, and do the recording of these intriguing creatures goes on.

Setaceous (or 'bristly') Hebrew Character

Garden Pebble micro, aka Evergestis forficalis

Red-line Quaker, with its look of a mouse

Autumnal moth

Lunar Underwing; not had one of those for a week to ten days

Rainbeaters

Rain last night and rain again this morning; conditions could hardly be less encouraging for moths (and the people who study them).  And yet, hardy little beasts that they are, they still wing in. Here are today's dozing inhabitants of the rather sodden eggboxes, kicking off with the handsome Autumnal moth above.

Here are the rest, duly captioned. The sun has come out now and the forecast is for a better night. So provided the eggboxes dry successfully, the lamp will be lit once again as darkness falls ce soir.

A shy Red-line Quaker

An aged Snout, time-battered almost to the point of transparency

Male Light Brown Apple moth, or Epiphyas postvittana as it likes to be known

And here's the female which always reminds me of an ermine-collared member of the House of Lords