

Bentley Wood 01-06-2021
The half term week had begun brilliantly – the full range of the Downland species interwoven with a brilliant walk and some surprise Marshies. Now it was back to a bit of normality – having to ferry one of my daughters about. I had to take her and a few friends to Southampton, thankfully I’d be able to drop them off and leave but then I’d have to try and find a way to pass about 6 hours. I didn’t fancy driving home and back again and the Heathland species hadn’t emerged so really there was only one option – cross country and back to Bentley Wood. It was ridiculously hot though so I didn’t hold out much hope…
When I set out towards the Eastern Clearing I passed a few fellow butterfliers who had given up and were heading for home. They wished me luck as apparently I’d need it and as I walked on further into the Clearing I could see why. It was eerily quiet with only the odd butterfly passing by at breakneck speed. All the ones I saw were pale and faded looking so were Pearls and by the time I’d reached the far corner I’d counted only three Pearls. The little end section was looking much lusher as it’s sheltered and shaded and a Specklie was taking full advantage of this fact hanging about in the boundary bushes. I worked my way back to the central block and things seemed to pick up. The patchy ground along the dyke held three different Grizzlies, all interspersed and occupying their own territories. A few Brimstone passed by in various directions and then it went quiet again and I had to resort to walking a fair old way between butterfly sightings. From the central block and followed the path that led back to the entrance and then branched off into what I think of as the Marshie Field (after a notable sighting with Dave Miller a few years back). On the corner there was a Specklie. I then carried on following the path on the other side back towards the centre of the clearing before turning left and taking the back path. All was quiet here and so I kept on going back into the Wood proper. Here I paused to watch a female flitting about and arching her abdomen whenever she landed – more ovi-posturing than ovi-positing. On the walk back I spotted a much darker, more ginger looking butterfly. I was about 80% positive that it was a Small Pearl but I couldn’t get close enough to definitely confirm it. My wandering had brought me back to the centre of the EC and as I continued to wander I spotted a pair of Brimstone. She was not having any of it, sitting with wings open wide and abdomen arched around. The male didn’t give up his harassment and his constant attention kept her moving and therefore me as well. However when she flew she did so backwards, I couldn’t work out if this was so that she could keep a close eye on the male or whether she was keeping her abdomen out of the way? Unfortunately for me when she got moved on by the molesting male she chose places with a reasonable amount of cover, possibly again to make it difficult for the male to swing his abdomen around and try and lock on but it meant getting any decent shots proved to be a tall order. Eventually the male gave up and flew off in one direction and after about 20 seconds the female left in the opposite direction. As I was now in the Eastern Clearing I made another circuit. The far corner was quiet again with only a Broad-bodied Chaser and the odd aged Pearl, the Marshie field threw up a lovely bluish-green lizard and the large recently cleared field held a brace of Pearls and a Small Heath – quite what the later means in terms of habitat suitability for Small Pearls I’m not sure :-{ By now I was very hot and very sticky and I decided that my time would be better spent sitting drinking coffee in the shade of the car park and cracking on with a bit of work. As I walked over the bridge into the central part of the EC making my way to the car park a fast flying, dark ginger butterfly whizzed past me and then dropped down on a sprig of Bugle. The Numbskulls were leaping around and pointing, screaming inside my head “Small Pearl!” and “That’s a Small Pearl!” they were shouting. And so it was. With perfect timing to bolster the narrative the butterfly I’d been hoping to see had appeared just as I was giving up. I tried for a few record shots and then called out to any neighbouring butterfliers. It was quite active at first, flitting about here and there from one Bugle to another. It looked very fresh and the underwing looked resplendent even from a distance. Then after a bit of pottering when blades of grass and other leaves had gotten in the way it perched on a bit of rush and it closed its wings. There was the shot you hope for and so I fried off several before standing back and waiting for it to move one. After one more pit-stop it was sufficiently refuelled and it was away at breakneck speed. With some time still to expend I finished up the visit with an aged Pearl and find a few more Grizzlies before making my way back to the car and back to pick the girls up. It had been hard work, really hard work if I’m honest but my half term had continued in a blinding fashion, albeit a bittersweet one – how much longer can the Small Pearl grimly cling on here? Bittersweet success
Small Pearls are still at Bentley
How much longer though?
Have a goodun and stay safe
Wurzel