I have ticked many things off my ginormous list this week (tax return done, half term holiday booked, washing machine man rung to fix washing machine, B&B booked for me and colleague for Dormouse Weekend on the Isle of Wigit, Poppy's bra and the dogs' towel washed, buttons sewn on shorts, hem repaired on trousers, bat survey data put on line, pension form handed in for work, new job app form collected, new zips ordered for crimble present making, apples from the tree put in box by gate for Passing Apple Eaters to help themselves to, college stuff read through, lecture written on dormice ecology for two week's time, next week's session with first years planned, L's resistant materials homework done (if I don't get an 'A' in that GCSE I'll be furious), lost school tie and belt located, sups with old friends booked in diary, newly-emerged small white flutter person released from pupae nursery box, Mark Avery's new book on Driven Grouse Shooting ordered and arrived- called Inglorious, in case you're interested, food shop ordered and General Household Stuff done).
M went to Brussels on Wednesday (4.30am start, very-nearly-midnight return, thanks to a broken-down tube train) and I had my day with the new first years yesterday (6.30am start, 4.30 return). The day went well, although it included a brain-ache-inducing talk with the Lab about how best to approach some water testing we're doing for my dissertation. It was the sort of conversation where you leave knowing less than when you arrived, and pretty confused about what you thought you knew in the first place.
Last night as a result of all of this I had every intention of hitting the gin, but fell asleep on the sofa at 8pm watching the gentle sleuthing of Father Brown instead. This morning I am scoffing salt and vinegar crisps and copious quantities of the squidgy chocolate brownies I made last night instead. I deliberately cut them into tiny squares to give the illusion of not eating many at all. It's very nearly working.
I had some Mothy Visitors this morning. At long last The Sallows have turned up, with a few Autumn Cousins thrown in (although not literally, that would be awful) for good measure. The Sallows were all fast asleep on the dewy grass and to be honest I nearly trod on them. Disaster was averted but then they all played dead when I scooped them up. A bee who was in the moth box also played dead this morning to such convincing effect that he very nearly became a victim of his own success. Fortunately for him I put him on the electrics box of the moth trap for a minute before disposing of him outside and when I went back to get him he was sitting up cleaning his wings. He's now outside in the hawthorn hedge. Phew.
I brought the moths in early and they sat on the table having breakfast with M who raised one eyebrow. 'I have to bring them in,' I explained, 'or Herr Robin will get them.' 'Oh,' said M. And then, after a short pause: 'why is the Robin German?'
Here are the Lovely Moths. Leaves have been added to demonstrate the Remarkable Powers Of Camouflage the Sallows (and Thorns) possess...
|Sallow and Leaf|
|Sallows and leaf. They even have the same small dark dots leaves acquire as they degrade. Clever Little Moths :o)|
|Thorn Moths and leaves (the top one is a leaf, but I think it looks just like the moths. If I were a bird that would be a real puzzler to me).|
|Lesser Swallow Prominent|
Hope you're all having a Good Week,