Another great couple of hours sitting in the garden last night around the moth bulb, with my 13 year old Jamie. It was the 3rd evening in a row that the bulb has been on and the 3rd night in a row it attracted a hawk moth (after attracting Elephant Hawk Moth, both the previous evenings). Early on a probably Lime Hawk Moth visited the bulb but didn't stop and disappeared in bushes. Then at around 10.30pm over the fence and straight onto the sheet crashed a large Poplar Hawk Moth. Superb.
Two other moths of note were Oak Eggar (above) and Ruby Tiger (below)
A great end to a totally rubbish week. Last Saturday I had an accident, where I tripped at a friend's house and managed to knock myself unconscious, break my wrist and ribs and possibly my nose. I have spent a week mostly lying on the sofa, often in extreme pain; cracked ribs are so painful! So I have not been able to get out and do any birding or mothing or anything, other than visit A&E and X-ray departments.
To cheer me up my 13 year old Jamie offered to set up the moth bulb last night and sit with me in the garden.
After about an hour I certainly was cheered up when we had our first ever Elephant Hawk Moth. It flew around the garden close to the lamp and landed on bushes. It was happy to then walk onto my hand and be placed on the white sheet, where it remained for another hour until we called it a night and placed the moth back onto a nearby bush.
My name is Monkey, obviously that is not my real name, my parents were not that cruel. It comes from the 1980s band The Blow Monkeys and has shortened to Monkey. Anyway, it could be worse as well as a dodgy surname my parents could have really stitched me up with a girly middle name....how could I forget, they did. Lindsay! Thanks.