Hello blogworld wherever you are. Hope you are all coping with whatever restrictions your governments have put upon you. Here we should only leave home to go to work (which I must), buy essentials or one daily exercise. It’s not been a great hardship this week as after early morning frosts we have had wall to wall sunshine and temperatures up to a whole 11c! Which means we have had visitors to the garden, yes butterflies!
Much like a repeat of last year the first species spotted was a lemon yellow male Brimstone (Gonepteryx rhamni). Not long after I noticed a dark shape flitting about the flowerbed, could only be a Peacock (Aglais io). Straight out of hibernation they spend a lot of time sat on bare earth to absorb as much warmth as possible. Not much feeding is noticed apart from the attraction of the blossom when they first wake up. Then it’s all down to fighting! Territory is important as the testosterone kicks in.
Next seen was the Comma. It has a very distinctive fast glide with flickering wingtips. These too like to bask in the sun and squabble among themselves and with the Peacocks. The garden has been like an insect battleground at times.
Since Saturday the weather has changed. The wind has swung 180 to the north, got very strong and being only a couple of miles from the North Sea it’s a bit chilly, as I was typing this we had a snow shower! Stay sane everyone.
“One last hurrah before the summer fades away” My reply to John from Hertfordshire on a fb group when he jokingly comments I’ve not been out and about much recently. He’s quite right though. The only butterfly trip I have been on this year was back in July to see the Purple Emperor in Fermyn Woods. A hot, hard day with only eight sightings in six hours and only two half decent photos, so no post.
With Mrs H on holiday, my day off and the weather set fair I knew the perfect place to visit and the perfect species – Yoesden Bank and the Adonis Blue.
It was two years ago when I made my previous visit to this beautiful nature reserve ( https://blhphotoblog.wordpress.com/portfolio/adonis-blue-delight/ ). The journey is a round trip of 330 miles that takes eight hours so we were up before dawn to make the most of the day. Yoesden Bank is in the county of Buckinghamshire on the border with Oxfordshire in the village of Bledlow Ridge. The area is known as the Chilterns. It is a range of hills that form a chalk escarpment across four counties. Yoesden is a steep south facing hill covered in wild flowers and the most northerly site (and closest to home) to see this enigmatic butterfly.
The Adonis (named after the Greek god of beauty and desire) is one of the largest of the blues with a wingspan of 1.5 inches (40mm). The caterpillar only eats horseshoe vetch and they require the perfect conditions. Because of this they were predicted to become extinct in the ’80s as farmers stopped using the hills for grazing and the rabbit population was hit with myxomatosis. The grass grew too long for the Adonis to survive. Now thanks to major conservation work the butterfly is back from the brink, still rare but increasing.
It was a touch breezy on the bank and every now and then the clouds would hide the sun. We sat and watched. When the sun appeared so did the butterflies. Hundreds of sadly faded milky Chalkhill Blues rose from the turf flapping weekly about as their life cycle draws to a close. Smaller but vivid Common Blues fed on the scabious and marjoram making you think Adonis? Then the real deal, so bright and electric. The males kept low down to the grass, searching for newly emerged chocolate brown ladies without luck. Not interested in nectar they were difficult to photograph. I had to wait for cloud cover, then they settled, carefully get in position and try and clear a few grass stems. When the sun comes out they open their glorious wings to warm up allowing time for a couple of shots.
Well that’s probably a wrap as far as butterflies are concerned this year. For sure there will be plenty around for weeks to come if the weather behaves and I might make a few more images. If you are interested in the butterflies of the UK check out this page I have put together, those who already have big thanks! https://blhphotoblog.wordpress.com/british-butterflies/
August has so far been an excellent month for all things fluttery in the garden. It’s been warm and mostly sunny. We have had the odd spectacular thunderstorm but not the flooding experienced in other parts of the Country. The last two days have been very windy, but this has not stopped the little winged ones. The buddleias are living up to their common name ‘butterfly bush’. At times dozens of Red Admirals, Painted Ladies and Peacocks have been feasting on the light purple sprays with their heady scent. These are joined by various species of white and brown.
And now the dragonflies are appearing. Hyperactive Migrant Hawkers zipping around, slower, larger and more colourful Southern Hawkers, even a Brown Hawker but with none of the drama of my last post. Now they just seem satisfied to hunt tiny flies, not each other. The seasons are slowly starting to change. The fruits of the hawthorn hedge are turning red and the elderberries a deep glossy black, a sure sign summer is on the wane.
Mid-week I took a drive a few miles east around the coast to Winterton. In autumn this is an excellent site for finding migrant birds but I went to look for butterflies and odonata. This is an area of outstanding natural beauty and managed by Natural England. The beach is wide and sandy and is backed by an extensive area of sand dunes that stretch for several miles. At this time of the year the inland section is covered in beautiful flowering heather. There are also a few little groups of stunted oak trees. It was among the heather and along the sandy paths that I searched for the Grayling (Hipparchia semele). These butterflies are the masters of disguise. You see one in flight, it lands and almost instantly folds it’s forewing into the hindwing. It turns to angle itself into the sun so as not to cast a shadow and disappears, only to fly up when you step too close.
About a mile west of the village, nestled in the dunes, are two ponds known as the ‘toad pools’. The toads in question are the rare and protected Natterjacks, none around today. There was a lot of damselfly activity but since I last visited a few years ago someone has kindly erected a fence. No one about so let’s get closer. The damsels were Emeralds (Lestes sponsa). In the past the very rare Southern Emerald has bred here but I found none today. Two large and impressive Emperors patrolled the pools and dozens of tiny darters, Common and Ruddy, went about the business of creating a new generation. A lovely morning out.
An invasion of the most beautiful kind. After several days of torrential rain we have had some dry spells. I had been noticing several Painted Lady (Vanessa cardui) butterflies passing through the garden, not stopping, heading northwards. Today was lovely and sunny (showers now). We had to go out in the car and during the drive of some twenty miles hundreds of these gorgeous insects were flying across the road. When we got home they were in the garden in good numbers, this one enjoying the catnip.
Every once in awhile here in Europe we experience these ‘Painted Lady years’. Millions of them migrate out of north Africa and head our way. They stop and breed en route and the offspring continue the journey. Come the autumn the second or third generation in this country then start heading back south, they cannot survive our winter (yet).
This species is also found in America. Earlier this year I heard they had also had a mass migration in places like California with countless millions heading through.
Even after x number of years kicking around this planet I still get excited when I witness something new. Just last week was a good example. I was mowing the grass, the day had been cool and cloudy now the sun was breaking through. In a patch of nettles and other assorted wild plants a flash of orange caught my eye. Went to investigate, there to my absolute delight were three male Orange-tip butterflies (Anthocharis cardamines) roosting together on the same flower head of cow parsley. I have never seen this before so thought it better be recorded, the grass can wait!
And there he stayed for the rest of the afternoon. What were they missing out on? Well as they dozed away the day two female Orange-tips were in the back garden patrolling the flower beds, unlucky boys!
I wasn’t going to do a post ’till after the weekend (spoiler alert it involves very fast noisy cars and bikes) as I’m fast running out of free WordPress gb’s and will soon have to pay our blog masters for the privilege to post more images if I want to carry on.
However we had a great day out yesterday, the weather has kicked into full spring mood, and I just wanted to share some piccies, hang the expense! First off, Mrs H and I took a walk around Foxley Wood to admire the sea of bluebells, very nice they were too. Then over to the coast and Wiveton Downs. Here we saw four newly emerged species of butterfly for the year including the first Green Haistreaks and very early Small Coppers. Nearly all the action took place around a hawthorn that was bursting into bloom, enjoy.
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The last two weeks of February were an absolute joy. The totally unexpected spring like weather lifted my spirits and got me out with the camera again. Not only photographing the birdlife I encountered on my days out, but also out in the garden where I could use the macro for the first time this year.
It was lovely being in the garden. With everything pruned, weeded and mown I could just relax into the therapy that is trying to image bees in flight! This is fun, however the af of the macro does not see the funny side! Photographing the butterflies was also a bit of a challenge. The male Brimstones would enter the garden, search the ivy for any emerging mates, then zip off over the roof. On a day I didn’t have a shift at work I could spend longer observing things. This was excellent as I discovered there was a small period when the Brimstones stopped to nectar on the natural primroses in my flowerbeds. Just had to be in the right spot as they only paused for a second or two to refuel.
There were many types of bees all being, er, busy. Their flower of choice was the winter heathers (Ericas), the pulmonaria (lungworts) were only just starting to bloom, but they would investigate any likely source of nectar and pollen.
In all during the fabulous fortnight we had three species of butterfly in the garden. The last to appear was a Comma. The first day he (definitely a he, very territorial) showed up he was very flighty, I just could not get close. After a couple of days he either became very friendly or thought if he let me take a few snaps I would be out of his face! Whatever I got the images I wanted. The Comma was not interested in nectar but sought out the warmest places where it could eye it’s domain, when another entered the garden one day a frantic chase ensued.
Well it’s now March and the weather is back to how it should be, wet and windy! but thankfully not cold. Looks as if I shall have to creep back inside for another couple of months.
I have been a huge fan of Drag Racing ever since my first visit to Santa Pod when I was 7-years-old. I love all Motor Sport but Drag Racing is still the one that gets me jumping around enthusiastically. Despite America having the larger NHRA Championships, which I also continuously follow, I have always preferred European and British Drag Racing. This is mainly because I have grown up with it - the first official FIA European Championships were held in 1996 and I haven't missed a big event at Santa Pod since 1997. When an event is on I get to the track, plonk myself down somewhere along the spectator banking and would very happily sit without moving for the entire weekend watching the racing.