Brief encounter of the leipdopteran kind
At 05.30 the last of the overnight drain was being blown off the swaying treetops onto the ever-hopeful moth man.
The wasp tally was commendably low. So was the light. The warm night and light rain had been kind to me and there were plenty of moths to go through. Outnumbered by mayflies certainly but well worth a rummage in the Lucky Bag.
After a few minutes I lifted a tray and instead of a sherbet fountain out popped an Oak Eggar. A rather imposing female, sharing the stature of dear old Hattie Jacques. Scaled down of course. A mere 40mm per wing so about 80mm across. That’s a lot of moth. And here is Hattie, as I named her.
She certainly looks fearsome but like her illustrious predecessor has a heart of gold. She clung to me as a ship-wrecked mariner grips the life belt on a choppy sea…
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