St David's Eve finally saw me trundle into action this year, other than indoor sightings of sleepy or dead moth intruders. March duly came in with a lovely Pale Brindled Beauty - greenish to my eye as well as the camera, but I suspect this is eggbox colour transference if that is the right phraseology. Its beauty failed to attract the attention of ten Common Quakers which were all fast asleep, most of them having sought out the various nooks and crannies which eggboxes provide.
Martin Wainwright, Thrupp, Oxon
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