Martin's Moths

A colder night has made all the difference, as usual, and yesterday's excellent congregation shrank to a couple of Hebrew Characters an...

Moth or shrimp? Forelegs to the left and note antenna peeping out I'm writing this with my little granddaughter on my knee wh...

After almost a week of cold nights and rather dull and infrequent moths (but some glorious sunny days), this is the sort of thing I li...

If you can imagine a country which would seem like Lilliput to Jonathan Swift's Lilliputians, then in that country this tiny moth mig...

A succession of dull days and cold nights has left me with little to say. The moths have come, but only the everyday procession of Qua...

A moth which I've always thought particularly elegant in an understated way arrived this morning for the first time this year: the Po...

Some nice camouflage moths came visiting last night, all but one of them outside the trap on crevices or suitably coloured patches of wal...

I'm in my usual state of muddle over brown moths this morning but nonetheless I will gallantly attempt to identify the following ones. ...

I was childishly pleased to meet this beautiful moth this morning, yawning in its leopard skin coat like a glamorous movie star after a n...

I mentioned my role as a dodgy priest in Woodstock Passion Play the other day and one of this morning's moths is  à  propos . Cas...

The usual gang of grey and dun-coloured brethren were joined in the trap last night by this more exotic character; one of the ichneumon...

The cure for grumpiness, and especially the misleading notion that things were better in past times, is to look back. After a particularly...