Another Day, Another Moth
A moth fluttered between the Delphinium and the Erysimum Bowles Mauve. Its flight was erratic but it was persistent in feeding…
A moth fluttered between the Delphinium and the Erysimum Bowles Mauve. Its flight was erratic but it was persistent in feeding…
Lapwings were late summer visitors to the fields where my parents lived. In the evenings, you could hear their peep peep calls as they came in to land on the stubbles and little string of meadows that followed the river.
We woke this morning to a soft mist that veiled the sunrise. The lanes were quiet, sprinkled with a first falling of leaves.
One sultry evening this August I looked up to see a caterpillar crossing the kitchen floor. After much hunting through books, and eventually on the internet, I discovered it was of the Grey Dagger Moth.
Everything I can do to help wildlife is included in my garden planning. The Pollinator border was designed to offer nectar for late visiting insects.
Old burial grounds often have fantastic, flowery grassland as they have been so little disturbed over the centuries. A churchyard or burial site may be the most ancient enclosed piece of land in a parish.
Summer is ending and so is the second year with no house martins. I wanted to remind myself of time spent with house martins and so, here again, is my post from one of their last summers.
The latest visitors are four wool carder bees using their favourite plant – Lamb’s Ears or Stachys.