Tuesday, May 22, 2007

Little Red Machine

When I was younger, Red Admirals, Vanessa atalanta, always seemed to be relatively rare and special butterflies. It could just be that I'm looking harder or it could be that our evolving garden is more attractive but last year they seemed to be much more common. Possibly because of their previous unavailability they still seem special.

red admiral

In fact Red Admirals are very widespread ranging throughout both Europe and North America and undergo some fairly impressive migrations. The one above is feasting on a relatively unusual buddleia called Buddleia X weyeriana. Unlike most varieties that are B. davidii cultivars this is a hybrid of B. davidii and B. globosus and is very vigorous. I think its yellow colouration may make it even more popular with butterflies and insects too as it seems to be more popular than our other varieties (anecdotal observations dressed up as scientific thought if ever there was such a thing).

red admiral

Here's another side to the red admiral; its more cryptic underside. You can just about make out its probiscus snaking straight into one of the mini-flowers on this unidentified white B. davidii cultivar.

4 comments:

Iowa Gardening Woman said...

What beautiful photographs, I saw an Admiral on an orange I had out for the Orioles today but my camera was not handy.

tai haku said...

Thanks for the kind words IGW. Supposedly we sometimes get Orioles down here but no luck yet for me.

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Poetry said...

The moon is gone.

She fled as dawn approached.




Dawn as a slowly opening eye.




White sea birds skimming over the water,

looking for an early morning snack.



The mirror brightens.


From a blood moon at dawn to a mirror

reflecting waking life...






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I woke her to take the moon.


Her campaign was swift and terrible.


Metallic and fierce.

Glaring up in the twilight.


But the moon was both implacable and unreachable

and in the end the war against the moon failed.

As dawn rose slowly from her bed, the moon slipped away.

But in the end, all that was lost,

was a little sleep....




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1 June 2007



Burning Moon

Moon Fire

Blood Moon

smoked Moon

Smoky Moon

Smouldering Moon