Wednesday 24 January 2024
Desire paths. Every evening my father leaves out food for the badgers and every night a family of them walk through the field to come and eat. Look, you can see the route they’ve worn. Such poetry in the brushed echo of a tiny relationship. Thomas Sharp
Saturday 14 October 2023
Rare micro and only the second confirmed record in Staffordshire. The grub eats bindweed and morning glory. It is small and slender with a posture that slightly sits-up. The attennae are very long and the head tuft has grey and white. Elsewhere it has appeared brownish.