Middle Street 25-03-2017
Well what a day it turned out to be today, cracking weather and a reasonable time slot in which to enjoy it with the prospect of some delicious scran in the evening! The morning started off in a normal fashion but once the jobs were done, the bank had been visited etc and little L was off to her dancing lesson I grabbed the camera and jumped in the car. Where to go? Possibly a little too early for Specklies so a “no” to The Devenish, Five Rivers I’ve already visited and I fancied a Peacock so it had to be Middle Street.
As I waited at one of many sets of traffic lights on my wait out of the city a Peregrine flew over the roofs of the shops as did a Small Tort and a Brimstone flew over the White Hart. I knew then that it was going to be a cracking visit. A further three Brimstones put in an appearance on the remains of the drive and before I knew it I was pulled up, kitted up and strolling along the grassed path on site heading towards the hotspot. Once settled down, sitting on my haunches, and watched over the small bowl that is sheltered from the wind that can cut across the rest of the site. I didn’t have to wait long as a Brimstone flew languidly over and then I noticed a brown butterfly deep within the bowl – a Small Tort.

I took a little stroll to stretch my legs and went round the pond once. On the more sheltered side a distant orange blob became a Comma but I was only able to get a few record shots before it was disturbed by a dog flew up into a tree. On the further side there was another Small Tort – this one looking worn around the edges with all the blue triangles missing.
After this I settled back down at the hotspot with only an occasional foray out to briefly check along the river side. I sat at the top of the bowl and when something landed I’d stalk down get a few shots and then edge my way back out. This technique worked for the numerous Small Torts (maximum count of three at one time although I’m sure that several others dropped in and out) and the single Brimstone that actually landed but not so well for the odd Comma that dropped in. For them I found it easier to keep an eye on the white blossom as I could creep up on them easier.
Eventually the inevitable happened and a small bat glided into view, did a couple of circuits and then dropped down to the deck, only it wasn’t a bat it was a Peacock. I only had time for a record shot before a belligerent Small Tort drove it out of the bowl. This happened a further four times but each time I got a little closer until I had a more passable record shot.
After this I made my way round the whole site to make a count. I recorded 2 male and a female Brimstone, a single Comma and 14 Small Torts and one maybe two Peacocks. Not a bad tally but with the cold wind whipping across the site I reckon there could have been more keeping their heads down. The wind was quite chilly and so I made my way back to the hotspot to warm up and see if I could get even closer views of a Peacock. On the way I phoned my wife to see if she wanted me to come and meet her. This is a good idea as when I ask this I generally get ‘no you stay out’ as a response

. On the way back a white fluttered by. It was too small to be a female Brimstone and not ‘green’ enough, also there was a clear contrast between the black body and white wings. I managed a couple of record shots and with some zooming in I could see that I had my first Small White.
Back at the hotspot the lack of Small Torts meant that when a Peacock did land there was nothing to disturb it but despite being able to approach it had a sizeable chunk missing from it’s wing. The hotspot it seemed had served its purpose by now and as I left only a single Small Tort was left holding its territory. I decided to head on home, always a good plan to arrive home earlier than expected

but on the way I made a stop near a pile of brush cuttings and hold trees. A Peacock was basking here and would fly a short way before settling to bask in a different spot. It meant I finally got the close ups that I’d been after and it meant that my departure was made with a spring in my step.
That’s how the day was to end so I thought. But as I was turning the car at the end of the road I spotted something on the small bank. I pulled in and what I’d spotted was a Comma, just to the left of it was a Small Tort and then a Peacock flew over the hedge and landed before both the Comma and Small tort set about it. As all three spiralled upwards a second Comma landed briefly only to take off after a Brimstone. It was like my morning in a microcosm!
Have a goodun
Wurzel