My Grandma lives on the edge of the Mendip hills overlooking the Somerset levels, Glastonbury to the sea and South Wales across the Bristol Channel. The South facing slopes absorb the summer sunlight, the grassy hills are ablaze with the colour of butterflies and day-flying moths while a cacophony of insect noise fills the air.
Following an overgrown path through a small wood I clamber over a stile and into a grassy meadow. Quickly surrounded by Meadow Browns and Gatekeepers investigating this newcomer into their territory, I wander towards the corner with a mass of Clover, Majoram and Bramble. My attention is momentarily distracted by a lemon yellow Brimstone flying determinedly towards the opposite hedgerow.
Looking down the long grass is flattened in front of me by some nocturnal creature, probably a badger, snuffling about on the hunt for earthworms. This patch of the field, being irregularly shaped, has been left unploughed and uncultivated for generations.
The pretty little day-flying moth, Pyrausta purparalis, flickers between the tiny pink cups of majoram flowers, sipping daintily at each one as she passes. A Marmalade hoverfly suddenly lands on her flower head. Startled, she flicks open her wings revealing further yellow spots, scaring off the hoverfly.
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Pyrausta purparalis |
A flash of orange signifies the arrival of a Small Copper butterfly. Briefly alighting for a nectar refill on the majoram flowers he unfurls his proboscis and sips at the the sugary solution pooled in the flower’s base. Suddenly a Common Blue appears and the territorial butterfly sets off in hot pursuit, speeding across the grasses ducking and weaving in rapid, undulating flight. Taking matters into his own hands the Common Blue occasionally becomes the chaser and the two butterflies dart forward and back.
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Small Copper - Chrysophanus phlaeas |
The female Common Blue is a darker creature than the male but more interesting in decoration. Her dark wings are coloured with orange and white crescents at the wing fringes while a splash of blue surrounds her abdomen and thorax as if she has been dabbed with a blue powder brush.
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Female Common Blue |
Potentially confused with a female Common Blue is the Brown Argus. The wings of both sexes are painted with uniform brown fringed (forewings having a dark spot) with orange crescents and outlined by brilliant white.
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Brown Argus - Aricia agestis |
A deep buzzing fills the air as a large female Vestal Cuckoo Bumblebee arrives in search of a drink. She lands on a purple thistle head and warms her wings against the hot afternoon sun. The season for taking over Bumblebee nests is almost over now as most are reaching the end of their working lives. This female is beginning to boost her food reserves before digging down into the soil in autumn to hibernate until springtime.
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Vestal Cuckoo bee - Bombus vestalis |
On a neighbouring thistle a white Crab Spider, Misumena vatia, lies in wait. Capable of taking smaller bumblebees such as the Common Carder, the ambush predator has to keep very still in order to avoid detection. The cunning spider has another trick up her many sleeves and this is her ability to alter the pigments in her skin to better match the colour of her ambush spot. This individual however must have recently moved to this thistle as she her white colour is in obvious contrast to the purple thistle.
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Crab Spider - Misumena vatia |
The bright black and yellow caterpillars of the 6 Spot Burnet have long since pupated and emerged as fairly lethargic red and black moths. These moths cling to the thistles, soaking up sunbeams and feeding almost all of the day, their distinctive markings acting as adequate protection from predators.
As night falls over the South West the quiet country roads are lit up by tiny green pinpricks of light. Closer inspection reveals the source of the light is that of the female Glow Worm. ‘Worm’ is not a correct way of describing this creature as they are, in fact, beetles. The adult males have wings with which they fly on the lookout for a mate. The females do not have wings but instead are endowed with a beautiful lamp. Only the females have the characteristic bright green lamp and they use this to attract males. She lives, as an adult, a rather ephemeral life; as soon as she has mated she turns out her light, lays eggs and dies. I count 10 pinpricks of light as I wander down the lane, a fairly low number in comparison to previous years but then it is late in the season. The bright stars above are mirrored by the glow worms below.
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Glow Worm - Lampyris noctiluca |
The morning’s moth trap contained a good haul; Lesser Broad Bordered Yellow Underwings with their beautiful green faces and subtle reds on their forewings, a Blood Vein with his characteristic red stripe, a Pebble hook tip with his angled wingtips, a large Pebble Prominent with buff eye-like markings and a Brussels lace who is an immigrant from the continent with his subtle green tones. A tiny tortrix species Pammene aurita was also found, its jewel like wings shining in the early sunlight. Perhaps the most exciting for me was a pair of Oak Eggar moths, male and female. These large moths are rather gentle giants and will quite happily sit on you while being recorded without the need for any kind of holding chamber. Their small faces are surrounded by a mane of buff coloured, fur like, hair giving them a lion-like appearance while their wings are of a warm brown; the male being darker than the female. I release them into the long grass at the edge of the field where they quickly scurry to find more adequate shelter before waiting for darkness to fall again.
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Pebble Prominent - Notodonta ziczac |
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Oak Eggar - Lasiocampa quercus |
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Male and Female Oak Eggars |
Above the house and to the left lie Draycott Sleights, a small nature reserve on the edge of the Mendips. Steep sheep tracks head purposefully up the slope, the path bordered by great slabs of grey slate. The air is filled with the harsh stridulation of the Common Grasshopper, the more melodious trill of the Bush Cricket and the rhythmic ‘tak tak’ of a territorial Wren.
A pale blue butterfly alights on the yellow Bird’s Foot Trefoil that has sprouted from the shallow, chalky soil. This butterfly is one of the rarer British species that is a local speciality, the Chalk Hill Blue.
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Chalk Hill Blue - Polyommattus coridon |
On the crest of the hill a number of insects have gathered on the Wild Carrot flower umbrellas. On one such flower head the Noon fly (Mesembrina meridiana) basks surrounded by parasitic ichneumon wasps and dainty hoverflies.
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Noon Fly - Mesebrina meridiana |
A large Painted Lady (Vanessa cardui) sits on a rock. She raises herself on her front legs and orientates herself to face the sun. Here she stays, warming her body until she has enough energy to return to feed.
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Painted Lady - Vanessa cardui |
Small Skippers rest on seed heads in the grassy meadow, their angled orange wings facing the sun. Common Blues join them, making the most of the evening light.
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Small Skipper - Thymelicus sylvestris |
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Common Blue - Polyommatus icarus |
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Female Common Blue - Polyommatus icarus |
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Mottled Grasshopper - Myrmeleotettix maculatus |
Near the base of the grass stems a tangle of gossamer thin web has been hung in a rhomboid-like shape. The creator is a female Nursery Web spider. She carries her egg sac around with her until they are just about to hatch. Just before hatching she constructs this tent like web where she gently places the egg cocoon. She now stands watch over the cocoon, opening it slightly so the spiderlings can clamber out. A watchful, caring mother she now guards the spiderlings until they have left the nursery web and dispersed into undergrowth to start their lives.
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Female Nursery Web Spider - Pisaura mirablis |
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A Nursery Web Spider guarding her young |
Walking home past an ivy covered wall a Great Green Bush cricket crashes into me and rebounds onto the wall where she sits patiently amongst the green ivy. Long orange antenna fidget restlessly as she surveys the area, the dusk light illuminating the green veins of her wings.
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Great Green Bush Cricket - Tettigonia viridissima |
As the velvet cloak of night wraps itself around the Mendip hills and the pipistrelle bats hunt their prey, all is silent to human ears.