
9th September, Shoreham part 2
My route to Mill Hill is slightly different to most others, being on foot. Last year I found a footpath that avoids the pavementless direct route and takes me around a horse field whose edges are generally left to go a bit wild. There’s always something to find here, this time last year the path was chock full of fresh Red Admirals. Today there was just a single RA who gave me the slip but a stonking Comma made this detour more than worth it. At Mill Hill, just a few of miles inland from where I was an hour previously, it was distinctly cloudier with very little sun to speak off. Nevertheless it was plenty warm enough with good numbers of little Brown jobs flitting around. A few male Adonis were still here, looking somewhat more past it than my last visit in the company of Millerd. Of the little Brown jobs that did settle it would seem the majority were female Adonis but I'm sure Brown Argus and Common Blues were mixed in with them too. My attention was however elsewhere, a Cloudie was busy quartering the ground. Rather annoyingly staying inside a taped off area that was cordoned off due to the on-going herbicide treatment.
After watching him land several times far out of reach I moved on to the far lower corner where most activity seems to happen here. Today was no different and despite the overcast conditions it was a hive of activity of little Brown jobs (and the occasional blue job of both Adonis and Common Blues). Meadow Browns were also rather numerous, mostly females and nearly all busy laying eggs as if it were going out of fashion. Also spotted was the distinctive playful flight of a Wall. A fresh female 3rd gen who made photography very difficult. She was being typically Wall like and I soon lost her. A few minutes later I thought I'd relocated her only to find I was now following a fresh male. Whilst all this was going on Cloudie numbers had increased with at least three, possibly four, quite literally flying rings around me, again all males. I managed to get up close to one who settled long enough but for the most part I was a spectator to their activities. Not that I was complaining, these little rays of sunshine are a joy to watch this late in the season. Occasionally two would meet and would spiral up into the air or pester each other down in the turf but I'm pretty sure no females were present. At one point a male seemed to take a dislike to a Hawkweed flower and proceeded to dive bomb the innocent and defenseless flower several times. All this plus a visitation from a Peregrine

