Almost twins - but not quite

 

The beautiful Prominent moths with their streamlined shape and purposeful resting position always provide some of my earliest stars in the trap. Here are two which can very easily be confused as one: the Swallow Prominent at the top and the Lesser Swallow Prominent below.  The most obvious difference is the thicker white spearhead on the Lesser moth red arrow below) but note, too, the more complex patterning in the dark area at the bottom right of the folded-back forewing (yellow arrow).

The eggboxes are gradually getting busier as Spring goes on and the weather warms up. Here are some recent guests: a Lunar Marbled Brown, a Nut-tree Tussock, an Early Grey (always reminds me of tea), a Common Quaker and again with a Clouded Drab and finally another Common Quaker in very good, fresh condition and a Brindled Beauty resting on a box of very good value eggs.

Away from moths, P and I had an interesting encounter with flies at an open garden in the pretty village of Kencot near Lechlade whose owner kept pigs. That meant dung which in turn meant dung flies, in this case a particularly vivid species, at least in the brilliant sunshine which blessed the event. Other visitors thought that they were horse flies and kept well away, but my trusty iPhone identified them, not surprisingly, as Yellow Dung Flies.  They were almost beautiful; indeed the insect is also actually also known as the Golden Dung Fly - and they went nicely with much larger flying objects thundering down overhead at regular intervals on their approach to Brize Norton air base. Dung flies are extremely useful in preventing the world being encrusted with animal poo.

Spiders next. We were visited that evening by the biggest spider we've seen in this house since we moved here in 2013.  Appropriately, like the Yellow Dung Fly, it is a Giant House Spider, not so giant, however, that it could avoid P's handy spider-catcher with electronic suction.  Once bottled, it was popped outside in the garden, thus becoming at least for a while, a Giant Garden Spider instead.

And lastly, beetles. This exquisite jewel of an Alder Leaf Beetle was an unintended bonus on a posy of common wildlfowers which I picked for friends after walking along the canal to their home in Oxford.

Warming up

 

Three days of delicious sunshine were followed by a genuinely warm night on Wednesday and the result was by far the best residents' list in the moth trap. Above we have Streamer, Early Tooth-striped, Least Black Arches, Frosted Green, Muslin, Nut-tree Tussock, Chestnut, Pale Prominent and Early Thorn.

The second picture shows Swallow Prominent, Lunar Marbled Brown, Clouded Drab, Early Grey and Oak-tree Pug. Meanwhile we enjoyed a lovely visit to the village open gardens in Kencot, near Lechlade, where we spotted these flies happily swarming on the dung of the Manor Farm's spotted pigs. Can you guess their name?

Yes, the Yellow Dung Fly. Vivid yellow they are indeed. Vastly outweighing them up above was another sort of flying object, a vast transporter aircrraft from nearby RAF Brize Norton.

Hell Fire Lovelies

My butterfly count has jumped up to seven with a visit to West Wycombe and the gloriously dotty Hell Fire Caves made famous by Sir Francis Dashwood, the only Chancellor of the Exchequer to admit presenting the Budget to the House of Commons while drunk.

The butterflies were appropriately drunk themselves in the warmth and sunshine of the current almost high-summery weather. Here they are: a Brimstone imitating a leaf very skilfully, a male Orange-tip (the female has to make do with white and black speckles on her top forewings, though elegntly patterned with grey-green below), a Comma, a Peacock, a male Holly Blue (without the female's smudgy black wing tips) and another Brimstone, sulphurous rather than buttery and therefore a male.  My other two species so far in 2026 are Small Tortoisehell and Green-veined White.  Oh and I was led a dance by the Speckled Wood below in the bluebell woods of Appleton and Besselsleigh today.

Back at home, my greedy companion at moth-inspecting time, this robin, has twigged much earlier than in previous years that unless defended very vigilantly, the trap may provide him with nibbles.

On the happier side, the garden is wonderfully full of nectar-rich treats which attracted my latest moth species for the year, the March Moth in the centre of the composite picture and on my delicate fingers below.

 Other arrivals in the last week include this trio: a Red Chestnut, a Pale Pinion and an Early Grey. 

Back at West Wycombe the ugly but remarkable flint walls of the Dashwood mausoleum currently house many thousands of ladybirds in their quoins.  Here's a small sample. Earlier in the week on an Easter Treasure Hunt, our youngest grandson found about ten eggs and ten times that number of ladybirds. The sun has ended their winter sleep. Aphids beware!

Austen's anachronistic moth

 Hats off to a fellow poster on Upper Thames Moths' Facebook page,  Dave Morris, who noticed this highly unlikely arrival at the early 19th century window pane of 'The Other Bennet Sister', a BBC drama re-working Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice':

Barring an incredible feat of aviation from the Far East, this Box Tree Moth is roughly 200 years too early. It was first recorded in Europe in 2006, in Germany, and made its debut in the UK two years later. 

As Dave notes about the Collared Dove, another extra in historical films from time to time, this is worth pointing out, less for the error as an example of how carefully some of us watch TV.  It may be added that the Box Tree Moth is also appropriate to an Austen drama; so many stately homes of the kind portrayed in her books have had their garden hedges ruined by the species' voracious caterpillars. Spiky-penned Jane would surely have had something to say about this, or some human parallel to be made.

Penny and I were at a particularly beautiful and not much-frequented stately home today, Nuneham Courtenay near Oxford, where I spied this Comma among many Brimstones. They follow yesterday's Small Tortoiseshell to make three butterflies so far this year. Meanwhile the moth trap continues to attract a modest but respectable list of overnight guests, with a Brindled Beauty and Small Quaker joining the previously-recorded Hebrew Character, Common Quaker, Oak Beauty and Clouded Drab on this year's garden tally.

                                  

Mother's Day beauty; and my first night of moths in 2026

 

Hello world! I am back in action after a very leisurely start to the year, caused partly by days and days - and nights - of wet weather and partly by issues with my exceptionally faithful and long-lasting moth trap mercury vapour light bulb.

This is the all-important means of attracting moths, for reasons still debated by entomologists. In recent years, safety regulations have made the bulbs harder to get and I have been frankly too lazy to set about this task.

Luckily I don't need to, yet. Yesterday I cleared out our shed and found my box of MV bulbs, mostly expired and in some cases with a screw fitting instead of the pin one which my trap needs. On a whim, I decided to give the 'used' bulbs a final try. The first two were as dud as I had assumed. But the third works!

Hooray! And here is the first moth it has attracted in 2026, a lovely Oak Beauty.  I would have given it top billing but I had a delightful Mother's Day encounter with an exquisitely fresh Small Tortoiseshell  butterfly nectaring on Blackthorn, or Sloe, in a scruffy hedge bedecked with abandoned traffic cones where one of our local footpaths briefly skirts the A34.  So that picture heads the post.  

Here are just a few of the cones, below. We were taught at school that John Constable always included a small dash of red in his predominantly green, blue and brown landscapes.  So, to look on the bright side, he might well have welcomed these.

There were three other species in the eggboxes overnight and here they are: five Hebrew Characters, again fresh like the Tortoiseshell with their pinkish thoraxes, a Common Quaker and that unfortunately-named moth, a Clouded Drab.

Belated happy New Year!

Goodness, it's been a while since I posted. I have woken from my Winter torpor after a friend emailed from Brazil saying that he had been showing this blog to one of his friends. I felt ashamed that what they were seeing was so out of date.

There are a couple of reasons besides the slowing down which gradually comes with age. One is obvious: this is not a very interesting time of the year to be looking for moths. The other is technical: my mercury vapour bulb started playing up shortly after my last post in November and I have not yet sorted that out. It may limp on, or I may have to source a new one, which is getting harder because of various electrical regulations. 

Anyway, I have a moth picture! Actually two. They are not new although they were last Winter when I first came across a little colony of over-wintering Buttoned Snouts in the cobwebby gloom of an outbuilding. This week I was crawling around there and discovered that they are still happily settled.  My first two pictures show ones which I disturbed, the second rather worse for wear, no doubt after encounters with cobwebs and other obstacles in its dingy home.

They are not alone there, so far as insects are concerned. My activities triggered several bright flashes of colour as hibernating Peacock butterflies were disturbed. I'm glad to say that they went back to sleep, as the weather outside was foul and anything capable of hibernation was well-advised to keep slumbering.

 Here's another one in the house, disturbed when I got down a book and then choosing a dangerous new 'bed' in the event of grandchildren coming to stay. I carefully picked it up and tucked it away on a shelf, getting a fine display of those lovely wings before it folded them again and went back to sleep.

I have often said here that although human beings have the advantage over moths in most things, I am jealous of their antennae which we lack (unless they are hidden in our heads/brains; I am not qualified to rule on that). Hibernation is another quality which many of them have but none of us. Rip van Winkle, alas, was fiction.