I had not much luck this evening when I was cooking, as I really hurt my little finger at first. Second I was late. I hoped to be to start watching the London Athletic Grand Prix (athletics, don't worry, I haven't gone that mad yet!) from Crystal Palace without moving anxiously between hob, sink and table. The main reason I was late, was not so much my finger, although this slowed me considerably, no it was this beauty, an Early Thorn Moth:
Early Thorn, Selenia dentaria
I suddenly spotted a flapping moth on the floor. First I opened the outside door, then tried luring it into my little carton. No luck. Neither good I fool it to get outside.
It looked familiar and this image flashed through my head
A dead one I found last summer. Having been unable to save that one; I had to get this one outside, somewhere where it could shelter from the strong breeze. And believe me; cooking with only 4 fingers only, catching a Moth on the floor, more than an arm's length below you, is something I cannot advice anyone!
Somehow, i did manage, I think. Well, Moth-wise.
This little Moth was on my window, last week. I have no idea which species it is (yet) I haven't even seen the wings!