Wingless

Day 184 #365DaysWild

The barn owl was patrolling the fields again this morning. Impossible to have a more-uplifting start to the day. A single raven too, heard first then in direct, low flight. Fieldfares. Drizzle as I returned.

Then another day of rain. This the result of storm Henk. Roads impassable in places. The Watnall Road from Hucknall was closed but the sign had fallen face down. When I reached the expanse of water I took a deep breath and ploughed the car through the deep water and made it through. Probably stupidly.

Tonight moths were on the wing. Moths are not deterred by rain.  Our regular moth-catching has been interrupted for months by the rain. But the moths were still flying.

A male pale brindled beauty on the window attracted by the light in the kitchen where Jill was making tiramisu for tomorrow. Female pale brindled beauties are wingless. The males search for females on the bark of trees. Males are variable in colour and fly from January to March.

A common moth, frequently in gardens.