After weeks of tearing around after terns, it was good to spend some time in the garden at the weekend _ Saturday night was dry and mild enough for a spot of mothing too.
Hordes of large yellow underwings, the cockroaches of the moth world were soon clogging up the trap, but a supremely elegant poplar hawkmoth redressed the balance _ the way they hold their wings is amazing.
White satin moths and the first significant influx of Silver Y moths this year at Dempsey Towers were interesting, as were two or threee beautifully marked grey daggers.
The jewel in the catch was a gorgeous ruby tiger _ what a critter!
On Sunday we went to celebrate my godson's third birthday out on the Lancs mosses.
Spud, so named because early scans in his mother's womb revealed more than a passing resemblance to a potato, was in fine form _ as were the yellowhammers, corn buntings and tree sparrows that call around his home _ lucky lad.
Feel a bit bleary this morning _ if that's how we celebrate his third birthday, God help us all on his 18th.
A flock of crossbills were seen on Wirral on Sunday morning _ a brill garden tick, but a clear reminder that when these birds start to disperse in mid-summer from breedng haunts, they can turn up just about anywhere.
The white rumped sand was still on the Wyre yesterday too _ autumn is starting!!!
Eyes to the skies everyone, eyes to the skies!
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