A nice morning so re-visited Wiveton Downs for a couple of hours butterfly hunting. The Downs is a site of special scientific interest (SSSI) and is an esker, in layman’s terms a glacial crevasse which was filled in and forms a winding ridge. Situated a mile or so inland from the Nth Norfolk coast. The top of the ridge is mostly Gorse and on the north side the lower slopes are clothed in Bluebells and well sheltered.
Green Hairstreak (Callophrys rubi). How innocent does this tiny butterfly look?
My target was seeing the Green Hairstreak. Spurred on by Mike’s post yesterday https://alittlebitoutoffocus.com/2021/05/10/green-hairstreak-butterfly-val-dherens-switzerland/ I was hoping the locals would be out and about, I was not disappointed. I have posted about this species before and have mentioned their rather nasty temper (yes B in Illinois, hard to believe but true). These butterflies are the size of a thumbnail but that doesn’t stop them from beating the living daylights out of each other and attacking any thing else that flies past!
Seconds out, round two!Spot the Ninja
All the butterflies were condensed into one area near a flowering Hawthorn and a bank of Bluebells. There was more than Hairstreaks though, in all I saw ten different species.
The first of an influx? Reports of Painted Ladies (Vanessa cardui) have come in from southern Britain. I spotted this one. Worn and faded but considering the migration journey it has just had that can be forgivenA new season Small Copper (Lycaena phlaeas) risks the wrath of the Hairstreaks for a sip of Hawthorn nectarMigrant or local? A slightly worn Red Admiral (Vanessa atalanta) enjoys a Bluebell
Last week had a look at Wiveton Downs up by the north coast. A bit chilly with the breeze off the sea but ok in sheltered spots. Slightly early for some of the new season butterflies, in fact I only saw three species though one was a first for the year. This April sets a 60 year record for the most frosts! It’s also been very dry a trend set to continue into May.
Orange-tip (Anthocharis cardamines) getting stuck into a bluebellSometimes it’s easier to approach lunch upside downThe new one for the year, Speckled Wood (Pararge aegaria). These are quite feisty and territorial. Males will spiral away kicking lumps out of each other but always return to the same leaf or twig ready for the next fight
Took a drive over to Foxley Wood this morning. My first visit for a couple of years and the furthest I’ve been this year thanks to lockdown. It was a cool start but unbroken sun and this was enough to stir a few butterflies into action. Cold weather forecast for later this week so it’s still stop/start.
Several Brimstones were patrolling the woodland rides and were civil enough to stop and nectar on dandelions allowing me the chance to photograph them.
Brimstone (Gonepteryx rhamani)Large White (Pieris brassicae)
A couple of Orange Tips passed through, not stopping, but a larger white butterfly caught my eye. It was a female Large White and had probably only emerged from it’s chrysalis this morning.
Peacocks (Aglais io) aplentyComma (Polygonia c-album) one of the hibernators to emerge
Back home and Mrs H was quite excited to show me something in the garden. There was a newly emerged female Holly Blue on the patio. We put her in a flower container to keep her out of the way. Sad to say after a few hours the wings were still not fully inflated. Such is nature but I’m sure there will be many more.
Holly Blue (Celastrina argiolus). Newly emerged but failed to inflate it’s wings
What are your early memories of butterflies? For me back in the mists of time it was the long hot summers of the school holidays. A neighbour had a buddleia so big we could physically climb it and it was always smothered with Small Tortoiseshells, Peacocks, Red Admirals, Painted Ladies and various members of the Whites. They were attracted to the gorgeous heady scent that even today is one of my favourite smells of late summer. We, as children, were attracted to these brightly coloured living jewels. Armed with our little nets and jam jars we hunted the best and brightest, they were always released at the end of the day, it was just the fascination to see them and hold them. Walking, the then, overgrown and traffic free country lanes the brown butterflies would abound, my favourite being the chocolate brown Ringlet. Looking through my old butterfly books there were species I dreamed of as a boy, the Purple Emperor and the Duke of Burgundy, all the Fritillaries, not the sort of butterflies that would appear in my back yard. They lived in places far away and unreachable. However the ones in the books that really caught my eye were the little blue ones.
The male Silver-studded Blue (Plebejus argus), no longer a childhood dream
I don’t have many memories of encounters with blue butterflies but I still have the fascination. Today I can, if I wish (and I do), travel the Country in search of those rarities and childhood dreams. For one species I need go no further than two miles down the lane to a local heath where the beautiful Silver-studded Blue was introduced a few years ago.
The female is small and delicate it is also brown not blue. The butterflies name is because of those little blue marks in the outer row of black spots on the hindwing
On Tuesday I paid a visit to see if they had emerged. The heath had undergone some serious clearance during the winter. All the gorse bushes had been removed apart from around the perimeter. I presume this is to allow the heather to regrow. It was a bit confusing as the paths I used to follow were no longer there! I headed in the general direction of the Silver-studded Blue colony and was delighted to see these sapphire coloured gems on the wing and that the massive amount of ‘destruction’ had not affected them.
This male was the deepest of blues and surprisingly not on the heather
These delightful little butterflies like to keep low and nectar on heather. No chance of nice clean backgrounds to my images, I had to get right down to their level and let me tell you, all that debris left on the ground from the gorse removal is very painful to kneel on and difficult to remove from clothing!
Female on heather
Several males were looking for love, criss crossing the ground stopping briefly to nectar on the heather. I saw a few females searching for places to lay eggs. Inevitably a male would find her and pester her to mate. The ladies were having none of this. They may have been smaller but managed to see off the unwanted advances with much wing flapping and aggressive posturing. Once spurned, the male would sulk off for a quick nectar or tussle with a rival.
“Don’t you come near me!” This female Silver-studded Blue is less than impressed by the males attempt at ‘courtship’
A lovely couple of hours spent in the company of these beautiful creatures. How nice to fulfill those childhood dreams.
If you are in the right place at the right time with the ideal conditions then what you wish to see should happen. So it was towards the end of May when I went for a wander along my favourite part of Hickling Broad. It’s Swallowtail season and the UK’s largest butterfly is on the wing enjoying the driest, sunniest spring on record. Early to mid-morning and the newly emerged adults will look for a quick boost of nectar before embarking on their quest to reproduce. One of the butterflies most liked flowers at this time is red campion. Not the tallest of plants so any photos will have a ‘messy’ background of reeds and sedge. Later into June and the thistles will be in flower. Better images can be had but by then most of the Swallowtails will have tatty wings, I like to catch then nice and fresh.
A Swallowtail (Papillo machon ssp britannicus) on campion
It was a reasonable morning and I counted seven individuals, not a bad total. One thing I like about this species is when it feeds it’s upper wings are almost constantly flickering but the body is still. Nice to have shots of a static subject, wings open, but I thought I would experiment and try and get some to relay that movement.
Sideways and you can see the wingtip blurHead on and the motion is more extreme yet the head is stock still. I actually quite like this shot. Nikon D5300, Sigma 105mm 2.8 macro +1.4x converter, iso 500, f18, 1/400sec, centre weighted metering
I have mentioned before that ‘britannicus’ is unique to the Norfolk Broads. It’s caterpillars only eat the milk parsley that grows in the reedbeds. Also the butterfly has a smaller thorax than it’s continental cousin and as such is a weak flyer unable to travel far to colonise new areas. Thankfully it and it’s habitat are well protected and butterfly lovers from all over the Country come to admire and pay homage to our ‘Queen’. The only dark cloud on the horizon is if sea levels rise with global warming the Broads will be flooded and the habitat lost.
June 2nd. It was three years ago, when this blog was in it’s infancy, that I last drove the 120 miles south to Essex in search of one of Britain’s rarest butterflies. Except for our trip to the Brecks, all my driving this year has been the 5 miles to and from work on our local country lanes. So, it was quite daunting and a bit nervy to hit the dual-carriage ways at 70-80mph and battle it out with the endless line of heavy goods vehicles and business men on a mission, yep ‘lockdown’ is over it seems. Anyway two and a half hours later I arrived safe and sound. With blue skies, temperatures in the mid 70’s and a very light breeze it was a lovely day to hunt butterflies.
Heath Fritillaries just love bramble flowers
The butterfly in question is the Heath Fritillary (Melitaea athalia) and as I said it is a very rare beast. Athalia can only be found in three areas of the Country, Blean Woods in Kent, some coombes (steep valleys) on Exmoor and here in sth Essex with Hockley Wood the biggest colony. What makes this little (wingspan 1.5-2 inches 39-47mm) butterfly so rare is habitat. The only food plant of the caterpillar is common cow-wheat and this will only thrive in regularly coppiced woodland. The practice of coppicing is no longer a commercial activity so we are reliant on conservation bodies to carry out this work.
Caught in the spotlight. A Heath Fritillary in a sunlit glade
In all I saw about thirty individuals. The males zig-zagging low over the clearings whilst the slightly larger females enjoyed a feed on the bramble flowers. It was here I captured these images. I thought it would be nice to try and show the butterfly as part of the scene as in the two shots above. I still got the up close and personal images with the macro but with that type of photography you are limited by depth of field, so step back a bit, use the same lens to capture the fine detail and the results can be quite pleasing.
It’s difficult to get a clean background in a woodland setting so shots like this are a bonus
I make no apologies for doing another post featuring this little butterfly. Only two species have probably been aired more, the Purple Emperor https://blhphotoblog.wordpress.com/portfolio/purple-emperor-fermyn-roberts-field/ and Norfolk’s own the Swallowtail https://blhphotoblog.wordpress.com/portfolio/swallowtail-encounter/ Now those two are big, showy and in your face ( in the case of the Emperor quite literally). No, the Orange-tip (Anthocharis cardamines) is small, dainty and goes about it’s business in a random and haphazard sort of way. If it was to appear in summer it would probably be overlooked among the myriad of other butterflies. However emerging as it does in April it is, for the butterfly lover, the harbinger of spring, the sign of good times ahead.
Sometimes you capture an image that you really like, even if it’s not perfect but then we are dealing with nature that doesn’t always like to pose! Orange-tip on lilac. Nikon D5300, Sigma 105 f2.8 macro + 1.4x converter, iso 250, f11, 1/400s, centre weighted metering
As I have mentioned the Orange-tip is small. It has a wingspan of 1.5 – 2 inches (40 – 52mm). The female lacks the orange but both are beautifully camouflaged on the under hindwing. Although this looks green, when seen close up it is a mass of yellow dots on a black background. The ability to blend in when roosting is excellent but if threatened by a predator a quick flash of that orange will give warning that it is not good to eat. The caterpillars eat garlic mustard and lady’s smock. Both these plants contain bitter oils which is passed through the butterfly’s life cycle.
Up close and you can see how the camouflage is made up Nikon D5300, Sigma 105 f2.8 macro + 1.4x converter, iso 200, f9, 1/2000s, spot metering
Across Europe this dainty spring sprite has names more befitting to it’s beauty. The old English name was lady of the wood, in France ‘LAurore’ the rising sun and in Germany ‘Aurorafalter’ sunrise butterfly. So this innocent creature can’t possibly have a dark side? A few skeletons in the cupboard? Well yes. The eggs are laid singularly on the food plant and for good reason. When they hatch if the caterpillar happens upon a smaller brother or sister, well, they’re lunch! They are cannibalistic!
This April has been the sunniest on record. Though we have often had an easterly wind so it’s not always been warm. The last two days we have had some much needed rain. In a normal year I would see this butterfly in woodland rides, on riverbanks and along verges. However this has not been a normal year and those places are more or less ‘out of bounds’ and I have had to be content with seeing the ‘OT’ in and around my garden. As Countries start to ease restrictions be even more careful, stay safe!
Tuesday was a beautiful day. Blue skies, warm, light breeze and no work so decided to take a walk down the country lanes to our local heath. Thought I would take along my pheromone lure to try and entice the exotic Emperor moth. Heathland is always pleasant in the spring, the bright yellow gorse flowers give off the lovely scent of coconut. Flitting around in the trees and shrubs the small olive/brown Chiffchaffs stop to call out their name. Hidden deep in scrub the Blackcap announces it’s return from Africa, starting with a squeaky, scratchy opening before bursting into a glorious warbling refrain. Overhead a pair of Buzzards display over their territory.
No luck with the moths, time to make my way home. On the edge of the heath some blackthorn was in blossom. There was my first Red Admiral of the year but it flew off before I had a chance to photograph it. At least six Peacocks were peacefully enjoying the nectar, unlike the raging battles taking place in my garden! Comma and a fly through Green-veined White were also noted in this sun trap.
Peacock (Aglais io) enjoying the blackthorn
Wrenching myself away from this lovely little area and moving on, the first garden in the old part of the village has wonderful lilac bushes coming into flower. A small white butterfly was investigating the blooms. On close inspection it was indeed a Small White. The significance of this unassuming butterfly (and the earlier Green-veined white) is that it has hatched from it’s chrysalis this spring (most likely this morning) and not awoke from hibernation. The second generation of this species is much larger.
Small White (Pieris rapae) on lilac
Further along and another bank of thorn full of blossom. Here two Small Tortoiseshells posed for a few shots. A bit faded and worn, they probably spent the winter in a garden shed or hole in a tree. Usually this is a fairly common species but I’ve only seen three so far this year.
Small Tortoiseshell (Aglais urticae)
Just a few steps from home and another little white butterfly caught my eye across a field. It seemed to land so I carefully approached the area and yes the unmistakable flash of orange! My first Orange-tip of the year! On all fours I crawled slowly in to a grass free view, one shot then gone. After nine months cooped up in its cocoon as chemicals changed it from caterpillar to butterfly, this gorgeous fellow has only one thing on his mind, lady Orange-tips! It will spend most of the day wandering here and there pausing only briefly for fuel in it’s search for a mate. Lifespan for an adult is only weeks.
Orange-tip (Anthocharis cardamines) my first of the year
Back home and after lunch let’s see what the garden has to offer. High up among the hawthorn branches with their freshly opened light green leaves, small and delicate like a piece of wind-blown, sky coloured confetti, a Holly Blue. The first of the blues to emerge. We are fortunate to have a good colony around the garden with plenty of holly and ivy for their caterpillars to eat.
Male Holly Blue (Celastrina argiolus) resting at ground level
Another Orange-tip flies into the garden. It makes you dizzy watching as it wanders haphazardly up and down the flower beds, over the fence and back again. Then a male Brimstone, another of natures restless nomads, stopped to fuel up.
Brimstone (Gonepteryx rhamni) liked this wallflower
Nine species seen, the day couldn’t get better and it didn’t. Watching a Green-veined White going to roost I crept backwards up the lawn wearing Mrs H’s slippers. Not looking where I was treading I lost my balance and performed a rather ungraceful back flip onto the concrete patio! Desperately trying to save my camera (I did) I managed to cut both knees, badly grazed a shoulder, cricked my neck and bent a finger! As my little ‘Florence Nightingale’ patched me up she warned me to be more careful as at my age I break easily 😲! Cheek!
“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.
“There ain’t no cure for the summertime blues” sang Eddie Cochran. Well here’s one. The stunning male Adonis Blue (Polyommatus bellargus)
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 world looks so much nicer this way up
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.
Ta dah! As the sun appears the Adonis reveals his beauty
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/
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.
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