'Slender' is the Night - Jackson Browne

 Or maybe that should be 'Tender'?

Being an Ancient Mariner of about 10 minutes short of 50 years at sea, my life is

constrained by 'routine' and 'discipline', even the tins and jars in the cupboard are all lables facing forewards - sad but true!

Always out of the hammock at least one hour before the old Current Bun

and as soon as daylight shows 'standard size Moth pots in hand'

The sun had been up for a couple of hours,
covered the ground with a layer of gold.
Spirits were high and the raining had stopped,
the larder was low, but boy that wasn't all.
Eleventh Earl of Mar
couldn't get them very far.
Daddy! Oh Daddy, You Promised.

Eleventh Earl of Mar - Genesis

it's off to check the wooden fence for stragglers! 

Yesterday, it was a return to the caravan 10 times quicker than the 

outward saunter to grab a 'large pot' as there perched on the pallings was a

First For Year

 CLIFDEN NONPAREIL

 Looking rather like a recenly 'moth-balled'

RAF Vulcan Bomber.

The splender of such an Insect comes when it eventually opens its wings!

Nonpareil is a French word meaning "having no match or equal; unrivalled" 

and while not a 'rare' Moth it is one that is much prized.

 A fine start but, the noteriety didn't last for long as reaching the bottom of that first trap

and the last Moth, the Clifden was consigned to the back-burner!

Little to compare with the 'rarity' that is

 SLENDER BURNISHED BRASS

a Moth which most of the fraternity have never seen let alone caught, including myself!

Photographing was a nightmare inasmuch that it might escape

before being passed around the ranks.

BURNISH BRASS

 (Ordiaire)

for comparison and this is

 how the Manual describes it

Bernard Skinner

Otherwise, there were also a few things to be reported from 

Out in the Field

My closest neighbours, the

WOOD PIGEONs 

 have incubated c3 clutches already this year,

 but we never see any Squabs (young) so maybe that is why they are 'at it' again?

This

AIR AMBULANCE

is not familiar across our air-space and don't know where it is from?

The only surviving

 MOORHEN CHICK

is still being nurtured

by the

 Mother Hen

while today they had a visitor.

 The

MUTE SWAN

has been noticabley abcent from all watercourses here this year

 with a pair on the Main Pond having built c4 nests, laid c4 clutches

and in short time abandoned them all??

 Butterflies collectively have been at their lowest ebb ever during 2020

so welcoming to find the first of c3 species for the day at the

Gravel Pit

PEACOCK

followed by an impromptue

REED WARBLER

at great distance

 and no time to extend the zoom fully.

 This being what it should look like.

Next was a rather battered

 MEADOW BROWN

while on the Heath there was a close encounter with the lovely

Brown and White - Rare Breed

 SHETLAND

and even closer to an obliging

RED ADMIRAL

A lone

MOORHEN

on the Moors River seemed somehow worthy of a click while arrival at the

Solar Panel Compound

met with what looked like an overnight 'fall' of

MEADOW PIPIT

and a lone but a little better marked

WHEATEAR

than the others of late.

Finally, and not usually given to being confiding we did hone in on a

 far more confiding

 STOCK DOVE

 than is the norm!

THERE'S ANOTHER DAY JUST WAITING FOR US TO

GET OURSELF INTO GEAR!