Sunday, August 31, 2014
the admiral's tongue
There are dozens of our big late summer butterflies around, gathering on the butterfly bush, up to 6 or 7 at a time on one flower head. And there was one holly blue in the garden today.
Labels:
butterflies
Thursday, August 21, 2014
a long way to go
The second broods of martins have started leaving their nests. This little chap was found just outside our front door, he/she could flutter but not fly. There was no obvious injury and he would soon come to grief on the ground, so he was put back in one of the nests (the right one I hope) where he is now to be seen perched on the edge chirruping away.
Notice the little feathers on the legs, a characteristic feature of martins.
Post script 23/08/2014
After another two days in the nest this martin appears to have fledged. Having held this scrap of life in my hand for a few brief moments, I can only marvel that it can make it all the way to somewhere in Africa (no one knows quite where, see this link for more information).
Notice the little feathers on the legs, a characteristic feature of martins.
Post script 23/08/2014
After another two days in the nest this martin appears to have fledged. Having held this scrap of life in my hand for a few brief moments, I can only marvel that it can make it all the way to somewhere in Africa (no one knows quite where, see this link for more information).
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
HMV
Turning grey and grizzled, waiting for something to happen, Spot is a senior citizen now.
and spot the cow
Friday, August 15, 2014
scrumping
I thought this might be a snout moth but it may well be a member of the crambinae family and without a common name. As noted before moths are difficult! How about agriphila trisella (see this link to UK moths)? Or on further research a grass moth crambus pascuella.
Lack of activity recently has been caused by stifle injury to Spot's secretary. On the mend to some degree. He might get out.
Labels:
insect life
Thursday, August 07, 2014
gardeners' nightmare
As was predicted last year, there is a developing plague of white butterflies. There are 6 small whites (and a tortoiseshell) on this one small lavender bush. There will be no brassicas left.
Labels:
butterflies,
seasons
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