As I went to check on the foxes this morning there was a distinct nip in the air and I got a whiff of wood smoke from a local bonfire. The sun was just rising - not the golden glow of a Summer’s day but a harsh white glare throwing the Oak trees towering over the house into stark relief. I realised I hadn't seen any Purple Hairstreaks in them this year! I passed the Emperor moth cats on my way down the garden, both stretched along the length of their heather stems where they would remain until the temperature rose a little. Despite the chilly morning and a warm kennel, Saffron had chosen to fall asleep over a log:

A family of Goldcrest and a few young Siskins had already started on their breakfast and a fine mist was rising from the grass as the dew started to evaporate. The badgers who visit each night had cleared up every morsel of the substantial supper left out for them, needing to put on weight now in preparation for Winter. Although still July, it seemed very Autumnal and reminded me that, for me at least, the butterfly season will be over oh so soon..... but for now, I am trying to squeeze as much as possible out of it.


Foxy is improving ever so slowly and needs lots of company and reassurance at the moment. However, he is sleeping a lot (which is good) and this gives me small windows of opportunity to get out there and see what is happening. Such was the case yesterday when I was able to spend a little over an hour at Oxenbourne – exactly a year to the day when I photographed a mating pair of SSS there. (I am still not sure how you manage to restrict yourself to 5 mins Wurzel as I don’t think that is something I could ever do).
Although my target was to see how the SSS are faring, given my limited time I was prepared to take a shot at anything that presented itself – and this came along first!
Second up was a Silver Washed Frit. It felt a bit like Deja Vu! I did not want to just repeat myself this year but I found myself watching this female egg-laying, albeit at a different site, almost a year to the day when I found them ovi-posting en masse at Alice Holt.
Eventually I reached the hotspot for the Skippers. I say ‘eventually’ but in actual fact it is not far from the entrance – just through the broken gate and up the steep steps, then a very short walk. However, I kept getting distracted by all manner of things:
I was slightly disappointed that there weren’t more SSS. I probably saw 5 male and 2 female (and no egg-laying) but fingers crossed this will improve. In their usual fashion, the males tended to stay mostly on the ground, surrounded by loads of vegetation, whilst the females played hide and seek amongst the nectar sources. Some of the males were looking really quite worn.
I was pleased to see 2 mating pairs (that’s how I know there were at least 2 females), but the first pair was carried off by the wind. The second pair also, but not before I got a few long distance shots.
It was by far time to get back but as I strolled in the direction of the exit a Meadow Brown egg-laying caught my eye. I have never seen this before – or the eggs, so I was pleased to be able to get this shot before I departed: