I put the moth box out last night, having failed to pay any attention whatsoever to the forecast and only noticed how heavy the rain had got when M came in soaked to the skin and muttering darkly about having had to wrap several layers of plastic haylage sacks round the plugs in order to protect them from the wet.
I've not had the box out in the rain before so I reasoned it was a good test, but it occurred to me that there was probably also zero chance of any moths being out in the deluge. While moths will fly in rain, they (sensibly) tend to avoid the kind of Insistent Fat Drops that can fell them and so make flying impossible.
It was therefore Quite A Surprise to find several, including two new species, asleep on the egg boxes when I went down to bring them in at 8 this morning. There were several Red-Green Carpets of differing hues, a couple of November Moths, a Blair's Shoulder Knot (always strikes me as being Rakish Looking), a Chestnut who did a Very Convincing 'you've killed me, ahhhhh!' as he fell off the egg box and onto my slipper, two Yellow Line Quakers (new) and two December Moths (also new, as well as fluffy and a Bit Gorgeous, which is why there are three photos of them).
|December Moth, head on (Suzie, I hope you like the Furriness, it's been a while)|
|Sunlit December Moth|
|The Underside of a Chestnut Moth who played dead Very Convincingly|
|Same moth, still playing dead.....|
|Oh Look, it turns out I'm Absolutely Fine and Not Remotely Dead....|
|Blair's Shoulder Knot|
|A somewhat faded and rather see-through back lit November Moth|
|The first of two Red-Green Carpet moths, demonstrating how the depth of their colour can vary|
|A second and much darker version of the Red-Green Carpet|
|Setaceous (hairy) Hebrew Character|
|My final New Species for today - the Yellow Line Quaker. This takes my annual tally of moths species to||313)|
I'm off to give Ted a bath. He went out in the rain last night and I made the mistake of stroking him when he came back in. I'm still trying to get the smell off my hand. Lord knows how he does it, because I'd swear he hasn't been rolling in anything, either toward or untoward. I think he's just the sort of dog who naturally attracts smells. My sister commented on how yellow he is looking last night, and for a dog who is supposed to be white that is Probably Not A Good Thing. He hasn't yet reached the stage of making small children cry and adult's eyes water when he goes past them, but it can't be long now.
If we do get a puppy I think it had better be brown or dark grey. It won't stop the smell but at least you won't be able to see it sitting on the coat lying in wait for an unsuspecting hand.
I've got an assignment to write for college before the end of the month. I finished one this morning, a test one, which means it doesn't count for final marks but will return with constructive criticism. So, one down, one to go. I also sent L off with my completed R.E. homework safely tucked up in a bag with the instruction: 'please be careful with my homework!' wringing in his ears. He won't of course, because he is a boy and boys rarely apply care and consideration to their homework, especially if they haven't actually done it themselves. I fully expect it to return mangled with the tin foil torn and the candle hanging off at a rakish angle this evening.
Tonight we are being interviewed about our views on Global Warming for Geography Homework. This should have by rights been done during half term, but of course it hasn't been. L needs three interviewees, which means he'll either have to phone someone as F and J went off last night, or else Ted will have to stand in and pretend to be a human. It won't be the first time a Mr T West-Highland has submitted answers to a questionnaire. I foresee an interesting Parent's Evening...
Wishing you all a peaceful evening. I am looking forward to settling down with stilton and rocket steak and new potatoes, a big glass of wine and Downton.....
PS- I see Peaky Blinders has been commissioned for a second series which will air next year, so Mr C M was a good choice for the TVBF after all. Until then I am back on Damien Lewis and glued to Homeland every Sunday. I thought I'd been uber casual leaving three episodes of Blinders on the digibox but M has spotted them. I won't repeat what he calls them, suffice to say it starts with P, has four letters and ends with N.....