6th July: With seven hours of sun and highs of 23, it was another good day for butterflies on my local patch. In the doom and gloom around what a lousy July it was, it tends to be forgotten that around the end of the first week of the month there was a very warm and sunny spell.
Watching the numbers of Red Admirals increase hugely over recent days, I set out to count them today along my usual circular route. As they also seemed to be numerous at the time, I counted Commas as well - and did my best with everything else.
The results were:
Red Admiral 153
Comma 29
The rest are approximations in many cases, with rounded numbers:
Meadow Brown 200
Essex Skipper 30
Gatekeeper 30
GVW 30
Small White 25
Small Skipper 10
Peacock 6
Large White 6
Holly Blue 4
Small Tortoiseshell 4
Brimstone 3
Painted Lady 3
Common Blue 3
Speckled Wood 1
The Red Admiral number was phenomenal. It included several stands of wild-growing buddleia, which attracted dozens to each, but they were all along the route I took, flying up from the ground and the brambles every few metres.
In among them were good numbers of fresh Commas as well.
After seeing relatively few post-hibernation, there had clearly been a breeding success story going on. This seemed about to continue: I watched this female wandering on wild hop vines...
...and sure enough she had deposited at least one egg.
This completed the set of Comma eggs on all three of the principal LHPs I'd seen in recent days.
Aside from the Red Admirals, there were several other notable features of the day. After seeing that venerable first brood Holly Blue a couple of days ago, I found a few new ones today puddling in the same way.
Green-veined Whites were also enjoying the damp bits of path.
New Peacocks were now appearing...
...joining the handful of Small Tortoiseshells.
It was good to see a few Painted Ladies too.
Another round of Common Blues was starting - or was this just a latecomer from earlier? This one was a cracking new butterfly certainly.
With such a splendid array of butterflies to enjoy, it seems a shame to recount another predator story, but these things are all part and parcel of the butterfly experience I suppose. I was doing my best to count some of the skippers, and as I made my way towards yet another I disturbed a new Peacock that had been basking in the grass. It flew up a bit haphazardly, and I watched as a large dragonfly turned sharply in midair and intercepted it. The butterfly was too large for it to carry away, so the dragonfly went straight down to the grass to consume it.
Aside from the sight of the unfortunate butterfly, rather more upsetting were the distinctly audible crunching noises.
Another interesting day with lots to see, one way and another...
Dave