I wandered past the buddleia bush today with camera in hand, and half-raised it to point at a Red Admiral that was flittering past, before deciding it was too far away to make a good photo.  Then I looked down, and this chap landed approximately three inches from the camera lens and began... well.  Posing.  Flexing his proboscis, strutting with his ( Read more... )

Yesterday's score: zero.

I tried a count this morning, but a single gatekeeper seemed such a feeble result that I think I'll have another go later on and hope the butterflies have just got up late.

I was looking out over the valley one morning this week, when I heard a huge sound. Not a very loud sound, but the sort of noise that is only made by quite large things. I thought at first it was a train, and then I realised that the nearest station is too far away. It sounded like the train was going past on the track that would once have run ( Read more... )

I was having a shower this morning, when I became aware that I was not alone. A butterfly was sitting in the corner of the shower cubicle, with her proboscis stretched out, drinking the water ( Read more... )

I was really delighted to see a big pile of cabbages, with the stall holder flailing around them, trying to hold at bay a group of Cabbage White* butterflies, flutteringly intent on mischief. :-D ( Read more... )

Today the sun shone (until the thunder came).  And because the butterflies were, I presume,  carefully checking the internet yesterday, a number of them came out to see if my buddleias were as good as promised.  I only took these with my phone, so they are a bit fuzzy, although I do like the fritillary in the middle, where the clever phone software ( Read more... )

Today it has been monumentally wet and rainy. A thick fog sat around our house all day, through which rain fell with varying enthusiasm. The roads, again, are washing away, not just where the roads have become worn, but also where they have been patched, and where springs have excitedly decided to pop up randomly through the tarmac. Rocks are ( Read more... )