During that time, one pleasure has been the emergence of a vivid and fresh new generation of lots of butterflies, including Brimstones whose parents were the first of the year, Peacocks and Holly Blues. In the sunshine yesterday, the tangle of wildflowers on the edge of the big field near our house produced clouds of them, in just the manner which my parents and grandparents recollected from days gone by. They spoke of them wistfully as a sight no longer to be seen. But it very much is.
The moths are busy too, with new arrivals for the year including the dappled and delicately different coffee flavours of the Dushy Sallow, a pretty exception to the yellowy-orange dominance in that tribe:
Two attractive micros paid a visit too, the male Ringed China-mark below and an Anania coronata with its bubbles of white on dark brown which fluttered away while I was fumbling with my iPhone:
Outside the trap the other morning, there were large numbers of visitors roosting in plants and on a nearby wall, among them this Clouded Border and - I think - a second generation Engrailed, child of ones which flew earlier in the year like the Brimstones and Peacocks.

Here's another of their family which has yet to find a mate, or perhaps already has:
They share the table with some agile - and also very small - jumping spiders and may form their dinner; I've not yet had the time to sit and watch.

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