Moths raining rats and dogs
I'm sorry that reads like a cryptic crossword clue but it does cover the territory staked out by this post.
Denis Wilson has referred to the appearance of Swift Moths (Oxycanus dirempta) at Robertson in cool, moist weather. Much the same applies in Carwoola. We got some lovely rain (about 26mm) between about 11am on 1 June and 10 am on 2 June. As a result there were many moths around on the evening of the 1st.
A standard image of a remarkable 'plain' moth taken from the deck, looking into the house.
This one seemed to be finding something to guzzle.
Same beast in close up.
This shows the underside of a moth, taken from indoors looking out.
At some point in the evening a rat bolted out from between the pelargoniums, grabbed a moth and bolted back into cover.
A little later in the evening the small dog noticed the moths
... and spent the next couple of hours trying to scoff them or, once she realised there was glass in the way, trying to dig her way out through the floor boards. Off course, once outside she smelt where Uncle Rat had been and lost all interest in moths. Uncle had not hung around for this meeting: he is Uncle Rat, not Uncle Stupid!
Denis Wilson has referred to the appearance of Swift Moths (Oxycanus dirempta) at Robertson in cool, moist weather. Much the same applies in Carwoola. We got some lovely rain (about 26mm) between about 11am on 1 June and 10 am on 2 June. As a result there were many moths around on the evening of the 1st.
A standard image of a remarkable 'plain' moth taken from the deck, looking into the house.
This one seemed to be finding something to guzzle.
Same beast in close up.
This shows the underside of a moth, taken from indoors looking out.
At some point in the evening a rat bolted out from between the pelargoniums, grabbed a moth and bolted back into cover.
A little later in the evening the small dog noticed the moths
... and spent the next couple of hours trying to scoff them or, once she realised there was glass in the way, trying to dig her way out through the floor boards. Off course, once outside she smelt where Uncle Rat had been and lost all interest in moths. Uncle had not hung around for this meeting: he is Uncle Rat, not Uncle Stupid!
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