Whilst walking back from The Shredder's morning EOW (empty-out walk) I spotted this beautiful moth on the pavement. It looked as dead as The Dead Kennedys ..so I picked it up and took it home to photograph it. It's a Buff Ermine by the way. In the photo you can't see its wasp-patterned body ... good value. Birding and mothing go very well together. When I was a lot less collapsicated I would get up at 4:30 am, empty my own home-made moth trap, ID them all,have breakfast, then cycle in the morning cold to the local moth-and-ringing-place, ID loads of moths there and combine that with ringing lots of birds. Then I would cycle to work. I must have been mad. They are brilliant though. moths and birds. And my house " moth-list" is a lot longer that the bird-list. Anyhow, after it had been resting on that tin-lid for 10 mins or so, and had its photo taken, it started to wave its little legs around. So I took it outside and put it in a sheltered spot..... I'm a soppy old Hector. If you do decide to do a bit of moth-trapping in your garden, I promise you that you'll be impressed and surprised at the amazing stuff you'll catch. Plus cockchafers etc. Have you worked out yet why it's called The Empty-Out Walk ? I hope not. But here's an absolute stonker of a song ...and it's cleverly linked to the topic of this post ..... "Something in the night" ... Bruce Springsteen. Woahhh
Woahhh Woahhh Woah yeah Woahhh I'm riding down Kingsley, figuring I'll get a drink Turn the radio up loud, so I don't have to think, I take her to the floor, looking for a moment when the world seems right, And I tear into the guts, of something in the night. You're born with nothing, and better off that way, Soon as you've got something they send someone to try and take it away, You can ride this road 'till dawn, without another human being in sight, Just kids wasted on something in the night. Nothing is forgotten or forgiven, when it's your last time around, I got stuff running 'round my head That I just can't live down. When we found the things we loved, They were crushed and dying in the dirt. We tried to pick up the pieces, And get away without getting hurt, But they caught us at the state line, And burned our cars in one last fight, And left us running burned and blind, Chasing something in the night. Woahhh Woahhh Woahhh Woah yeah Woahhh So!
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