Friday, 1 August 2014

White rabbits. Well, moths anyway



Back to the moths this morning, and the trap's first August residents include some interesting newcomers for the year such as the Lesser Treble-bar (I think; but it may be a Treble-bar; they are officially recognised as hard to tell apart and you can imagine what that means for me).



This uncertainty applies with more than usual force to today's moths. I m currently trying to find out from the sages on the Upper Thames Moths blog what this very distinctive creature in the two pictures above may be. Very distinctive, but a mystery to me in spite of unusually intensive scanning of the Moth Bible. Update: And UTM has come up trumps, as ever. Nigel Partridge spots it as Galleria mellonella, the Wax Moth - one blooming big micro!


The same applies to my third moth, above. Any help would as usual be much appreciated. Meanwhile, I can identify the pretty little Green Carpet below and Dingy Footman below that.



But is this little chap below a Muslin Footman? Again, uncertainty creeps in and as 1 Corinthians, Chapter 14, verse 8 rightly puts it: "If the trumpet gives an uncertain sound, who shall prepare himself for the battle?" After all, he or she may be a Scarce Black Arches. Update: or indeed the micro Udea lutealis - the correct ID brilliantly provided in Comments by Ben the Wise of Essex Moths - very many thanks, Ben, as ever.


Finally, I think we have a rather nice whiteish Dun-bar, befitting the first day of a new month, and then um...well, I think it's one of the many varieties of Common or Lesser Common Rustic. Here's hoping for more clarity on the second day of the month. Thanks for your patience. I hope some friendly expert passes by.




Thursday, 31 July 2014

All of a flutter still


Continuing my efforts to record all the many butterflies which are enjoying this vintage summer, here's another selection. Although none of them are rare, they have led me a merry dance compared with the soporific moths which are my usual photographic stock in trade.


The pictures above, for example, are the nearest I could get to a Red Admiral and our many Peacocks in the last few days. Our buddleia has grown very high and its best honey-scented tresses are at the top.




The Marbled White above was different. The thriving  colony along the nearest footpath is getting old now and a little tired and this individual sat obligingly on two nearby perches to allow me to take pictures. They are especially lovely butterflies, delicate in flight and like small chequers boards when at rest. I first encountered them flying with Common Blues on a scorching summer day at Wharram Percy, the lovely abandoned mediaeval village on the chalky Yorkshire Wolds near Malton.  Now, many miles further south, I have the same combination a hundred yards from our front door,

I got reasonable co-operation too from the Hedge Brown in the last picture, one of a large gang who flutter restlessly round the big daises in our border. Coming soon: the Ringlet, Meadow Brown and others, as the tally mounts.

Wednesday, 30 July 2014

Mrs Orange meets my sister



After casting aspersions on the dowdiness of female Orange Swifts compared to their dapper and bright male counterparts, I wasn't surprised to be paid a visit this morning by a Mrs Orange. Mrs Beige, I should perhaps call her, risking further resentment but in the cause of accuracy. You can judge for yourself in the photos above and below. Meanwhile my contrast yesterday with the superior beauty of human females to males is borne out by the exquisite hand above, the property of my younger sister who also stayed with us, with some of her large and lovely family, overnight.


I hoped that the moths would lay on a show for her and they did, with these two little stars below: a brassy, in-your-face Gold Spot or Lempke's Gold Spot seen from various angles and then, contrastingly modest and subtle, that lovely little regular, the Marbled Beauty.





It was great having an assistant at the eggbox examination (Penny has repeatedly ignored advertisements for this position) and we found plenty of other interesting sleepyheads. Among them was this distinctive Plume moth, a family who resemble ultra-skinny T-shirts. This one is the aptly-named Beautiful Plume, known in the classical circles of micro-mothland as Amblyptilia canathadactyla.


Meanwhile there was an oddity yesterday when I was preparing the trap for dusk. A butterfly decided to roost in it.


It's a Comma, a particular one which lives in a very tightly drawn patch of a garden between a small apple tree and a honeysuckle. In sunshine, you will always find it basking here or set it up to speed away in a flash of its lovely russet like a flying fox.



Tuesday, 29 July 2014

The present is orange



An interesting moth arrived today, in some numbers (the four shown here are all different). The Orange Swift is one of a small UK family of 'primitive' macro moths whose relatively unsophisticated make-up really has more in common with micro moths. We have five out of some 500 worldwide.


Their size is another matter; considering that one of them is the Ghost moth which is large even by macro standards, they would look bizarrely out of place among the tiny scraps and thumbnails collected in the Micro Moth Bible. I've just thoroughly enjoyed Penelope Fitzgerald's novel Innocence which has a relevance to giants among pygmies, but I'm not going to spoil her plot by saying more.


To me, the Swift moths are particularly interesting as another example (I've mentioned Emperor moths in the same context) of the power of the reproductive process even when this seems to have little point other than itself - breeding simply to breed, the species surviving just for its own sake. I know that this is an entirely human take on the whole glorious system of the natural world, but I can't help hoping that one day an Orange Swift may develop a proboscis - they don't even have those so the adult moth cannot feed and doesn't live long. Or that they find some way of accelerating the caterpillar and chrysalis stage of their life cycle which, most unusually among UK moths, takes two whole years.


Still, perhaps they have deep thoughts which we cannot fathom, and they certainly look handsome. These are all males which are brighter and more beautiful than the females of the species; again, an interesting contrast to our own way of carrying on. I'll conclude with a gender-neutral picture of our current congregation of Lords and Ladies, a plant which I particularly like. In its name at least, finery and bright colours are shared.

Monday, 28 July 2014

Wearing of the green


I daringly put the trap outside the garden last night, on a stretch of rough-mown grass with a footpath running on the far side. The overwhelmingly dominant colour in these new surroundings was green. So it proved to be among this morning's moths as well.



To my great delight, a Large Emerald was perched on the transparent trap cover when I arrived, bleary-eyed, at 5.30am, an early hour because I didn't want to alarm anyone out for a pre-breakfast dog walk. The lovely moth's slumbering presence raised the issue of whether any previous arrivals had adopted this vulnerable resting place only to be snatched by birds for their breakfast before my usual, rather later arrival.


One disadvantage of getting up this early, though, is that the light isn't yet good enough for unblurred photographs and the ones I took on the spot were sadly wobbly. Luckily, the Emerald - the largest and most vivid of its tribe in the UK - stayed put while I went through the eggboxes and allowed me a photo-session, including transfer to a 'Woodstock Hollyhock' as they are known round here.


Also in the trap, and in tune with today's fashionable colour, was this little Marbled Green above, modest in size but one of the most beautifully patterned of all our island's moths. It has stiff competition, mind, from its close relative the Marbled Beauty, one of which also graced the eggboxes this morning - picture below.

Sunday, 27 July 2014

The virgin and her jaunty mates



That dainty little creature the Vestal has appeared for the first time this year. Here she is, in an appropriately priestess-like pose. When I discussed the moth last year, I hadn't come across various references to the pink-dyed braids worn by Rome's vestal virgins. This online piece from NBC, to whom thanks for Janet Stephens' picture, chimes nicely with the moth's chaste pink stripe.

Much more raffish are two other visitors to the trap: the Straw Underwing above and the Copper Underwing (or possibly Svensson's CU) below. I initially thought that the latter, with its slightly brownish hues, might be a female Straw Underwing. But I should have realised its true identity from the way it scampered around the eggboxes while I was trying to photograph it.


The Copper Underwings are the worst offenders in this regard among the whole population of UK moths. But I suppose it shows a doughty and independent spirit and therefore does them credit.

Saturday, 26 July 2014

Fluttering by



I'm just diverting into butterflies this morning because there are so many about, and on a picnic yesterday I managed to get the picture above of two Common Blues doing what comes naturally. Others have been at it too, judging by the number of vivid blue fragments winging about in the fields around here. Alas, I have yet to persuade one to rest with its azure forewings open but I shall keep trying. You can at least see the fine powdering of blue on the underwing of the male above.


More ambitiously, I am battling against my wobbly camera hold and the constant watchfulness of butterflies (as opposed to sleepy moths in the trap), to try to get a picture of each of the species which visit our garden or its immediate surroundings. This is going to take me some time but the forecasters say that we have plenty more lovely, sunny weather to come. And that is what brings out the butterflies.


There were so many about on our short walk yesterday that it was like being abroad and here, in descending order after the two blues, are a Silver-spotted Skipper, a Small Copper, a Green-veined White and a Tortoiseshell. Watch this space because we also have Large, Small and Marbled Whites, Meadow and Hedge Browns, Ringlet, Speckled Wood, Peacock, Red Admiral, Brimstone and Large Skipper.



And maybe more - indeed I've just remembered one, which is why I'm ending with a picture of a Comma, rather than a full stop


Friday, 25 July 2014

Macro-micro





The division of UK moths into macros and micros is surprisingly unscientific. As the Micro Bible puts it, the allocation of families into one category or the other is a matter of 'custom and practice rather than rooted in taxonomy.' Essentially, families whose members are overwhelmingly very small form the country's 1,627 micro-moth species and the other 950-odd are macros, whose families are composed of bigger members. Micros tend to be more primitive than macros but that borderline is hazy and some very large macros, notably the Leopard and Goat moths, would have to be be redefined as micros if it were to be the test.


Lecture over. It was by way of introduction for one of the largest micros I have ever found in the eggboxes (above), beaten only by the familiar likes of the Mother of Pearl and Small Magpie. It is named appropriately: Schoenobius gigantella. A little giant.


In the macro world, meanwhile, the title of My Most Frequent Visitor has been seized by a beautiful contender, the Ruby Tiger. Although handsome enough on top, this reserves its real flashes of vivid red for those lucky enough to see its petticoat underwings and the scarlet of its upper body which are almost always hidden by its folded forewings. It is prepared, however, to give you a glimpse of its very fine foreleg boot-tops.


Wednesday, 23 July 2014

Sunspot



Here's a burst of sunshine from the moth world in honour of the exceptional weather which is making life so particularly excellent just now.



It's a Canary-shouldered Thorn, an exceptionally well-named insect since its canary-coloured shoulders strike you as soon as you see them in the eggboxes - a moment of unalloyed joy.


The picture immediately above is of another of the Thorns - named for their caterpillars' eating plants - the Early Thorn. I could get into all sorts of linguistic twists about this as it is one of the late brood of the species which started hatching a week ago. A Late Early Thorn, in other words, in its characteristic and unusual resting pose with its wings held tightly together above its body more in the manner of a butterfly than a moth.


I'm also very pleased with this little creature, the first Least Carpet to pay a call on us. You can see how small it is, I hope, by looking at the texture of its eggbox perch.


Finally, I think that this unusual chap among the plentiful Common Footmen may be a male Four-spotted Footman (only the female has the spots) which would be another first here, if so. I will give it an outing on Upper Thames Moths whose experts will undoubtedly know.