in the night garden ..
There's coughing and snuffling in the Woodland Garden. I stand listening and a small fox cub catapults from beneath an elder and across my feet. Each equally surprised. I fear for the hens. But I've spent a weekend with my little grandson and sentimentally see him in all young creatures. My cameras catch the cubs at play.
Peppered moth |
The tawny babies continue to squeak throughout the night, now in the Cedar Walk or in the wood beyond - it is difficult to judge. We think we can hear three calling - perhaps even the littlest owlet fledged? There seem to be plentiful small mammals. We watch a vole from the kitchen window... Tentative. Out from beneath shrubs in the Fragrant Garden.
Ragwort attracting meadow brown and gatekeeper butterflies |
We are out with our moth light. 61 moths of 23 species. A peppered moth. The masterpiece of camouflage that is the buff tip moth, which appears no more than a short piece of stick. And more red-and-black cinnabar moths than we've ever recorded - perhaps because we welcome their host plant, the unfairly-maligned ragwort. It's leaves are toxic but its long-lasting yellow daisy flowers work hard throughout summer providing a nectar source for insects. The cinnabar lays her eggs on the ragwort. They hatch to become black-and-yellow caterpillar tigers.
Tonight we visit the little owl nest box to check on, and hopefully ring, their young.
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