Thanks
Dave, I see one turned up at Dungerness the other day, probably an immigrant.... I wonder if that means we're having another influx? You're right abut the heat, springtime butterflies heat regulating mid morning is something not often witnessed!
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Andrew, I always stop to watch courting Brimstone, they look so graceful
You'll get them soon
Goldie, it's still early days
Yes
David, hugely frustrating but there's nothing you can do but sit it out with fingers crossed.
19th April, More Scorchio!
I attempted doing my transects at work but it became clear very quickly that it was just too hot to get results. I’d seen a good few Whites and Brimstones during the morning but by 1pm they were all seeking shelter and invisible to my eyes, so I shelved that idea and hoped I’d get better results the following morning. I didn’t have my camera with me, but I did manage one snap late in the day on my phone, much to the amusement of colleagues!
20th April, even more Scorchio!
I remembered my camera today and managed to sneak off for 10 minutes early in the morning to look for a speckled Wood I’d seen the previous day and get my first specklie snaps for the year. It wasn’t even 10am but he was already temperature regulating himself
Later in the morning during my transect I noticed a female Brimstone egg laying on an up to then, unknown Buckthorn.
Near the end of my Transect I found another unsuccessful courting attempt from a male.
Later in the day whilst doing some actual work (so no camera available) I stumbled across a holly blue and managed a few phone snaps.
I finished at 4 today which meant I might well have enough time (as long as it didn’t cloud over) for a bit of butterfly hunting on the way home at Tottenham Marshes. It didn’t cloud over and by 5pm I was seeing the first of dozens of whites. I think they were mostly GVW but It was still ridiculously hot, so none were willing to stop for more than a second or two. The first grounded butterflies I came across were a few Peacock and Comma but like the Speckled Wood that morning it was difficult to find one willing to open it open its wings for any length of time.
In the same spot mixing in with a couple of whites were two male Orange-tips, but I didn’t really have a hope of either settling for photo opportunities.
I moved on to some of the more open areas where Small Tortoiseshells often turn up, encountereing countless more whites when up from my feet flew a pair of Small Tortoiseshell. They didn’t fly far and were very easy to follow around. The female was definitely receptive, making no attempt to lose her suiter and in the hope of seeing a second Vassenid pairing in a week I ended up following them around for about half an hour. They were an exceptionally good-looking pair, the intensity of colour on both quite spectacular. The activity centred around a patch of lush Nettle growth and on the odd occasion when they flew off out of sight I’d just hang around and await their return. It’s always fascinating watching behaviour, and in this case listening too, the males head butting being clearly audible at close range.



My hope of witnessing a pairing though ended in near Shakespearean tragedy though. The female landed on a Cow Parsley flower head, giving the poor lovesick male nowhere to perch close enough to continue his headbutting courtship shenanigans. As he circled he took his eye of the goal at the exact second she fluttered off, leaving the poor male circling the flower in a desperate bid to re-locate her. In his single-minded search he blundered into a spiders web, his frantic fluttering then attracting another male which too ended up trapped in the web. The owner of said web was plenty large enough to cope with then so having observed him for so long (I almost felt like his friend) I felt obligated to step in and free them.
I returned to the spot where the Orange-tips were flying in the hope they had started to slow down but even at 6.30 it was still too warm. They were actually following the setting sun up the side of the hedge and now patrolling mostly above head height. All I could get were a few in flight shots as they dipped down.
Elsewhere the Peacock and Comma were more willing to open up now.
I left at 6.45 with butterfly activity not looking like it was willing to cease until the sun was well and truly set