"Well look at this Gordon!" Dad stared at the back windscreen of his car.
It was late afternoon and this stunning creature was a bit sleepy.
"He must have fallen out of the big Oak! Could you ask Josie to look him up in her Butterfly and Moth book please?"
I duly nipped across the yard to where Josie was having a snooze and together we tried to identify the beautiful Moth.
"Thank you Gordon! Yes, that's it!" Dad pointed to the Lymantria monacha. "What a grand name! Also known as 'Black Arches' or the 'Nun'. I wonder why 'The Nun' though? It says here that its larva feed on oak and other trees and they are something of a minor pest in European orchards. In Britain it is confined to southern England and is never very common. It lives as far away as Asia and Japan!"
We all agreed it was a fine-looking fellow and although some of us (no names mentioned) like to snap up the occasional moth, we were a bit wary of its bright markings and ornamental tufts of hair.
"It could taste nasty Gordon!"
My thoughts exactly Dad!
It was late afternoon and this stunning creature was a bit sleepy.
"He must have fallen out of the big Oak! Could you ask Josie to look him up in her Butterfly and Moth book please?"
I duly nipped across the yard to where Josie was having a snooze and together we tried to identify the beautiful Moth.
"Thank you Gordon! Yes, that's it!" Dad pointed to the Lymantria monacha. "What a grand name! Also known as 'Black Arches' or the 'Nun'. I wonder why 'The Nun' though? It says here that its larva feed on oak and other trees and they are something of a minor pest in European orchards. In Britain it is confined to southern England and is never very common. It lives as far away as Asia and Japan!"
We all agreed it was a fine-looking fellow and although some of us (no names mentioned) like to snap up the occasional moth, we were a bit wary of its bright markings and ornamental tufts of hair.
"It could taste nasty Gordon!"
My thoughts exactly Dad!
