Wednesday, 4 April 2012

Drawn to the Flame

I left an exterior house light on the other night and this little chap showed up, lying trashed and seemingly no longer of this cruel world on the terrace presumably having spent quite a few hours hurling himself against the synthetic flame. Actually he wasn't so little, about three inches tip to tip, and I immediately presumed it was a butterfly but then twigged when I saw the offending light still switched on. I took him into the Mad Brother Memorial Shed which is quite dark and left him there to get his wind back. The next day he was no longer there so I do hope (and think) he recovered.
Continuing the Nature Notes theme, last Saturday I heard the first cuckoo and on Sunday saw the first swallow, twisting and turning northwards.

7 comments:

Affer said...

It may not have been the light; moths are sometimes a bit groggy when they first exit a wallet......had your's out recently?

Peter Ashley said...

I went to the doctor's the other day and told him I kept thinking I was a moth. "You need the psychiatrist next door" he replied. "Yes", I went on, "But it was your light that was on."

Val S. said...

Yeah, yeah, it's a big moth. I'm much more intrigued by the Mad Brother Memorial Shed. Maybe another post on that?

Vinogirl said...

Nice photo of your giant peacock...I'm jealous.

Ron Combo said...

Hi Val. Suffice it to say that my brother fell off his bike when he was 14 and cushioned the damage by landing on his head. Fortunately he lives on the other side of the world.

Ron Combo said...

Hi Val. Suffice it to say that my brother fell off his bike when he was 14 and cushioned the damage by landing on his head. Fortunately he lives on the other side of the world.

Thud said...

First swallows arrived today, always a cheering sight.