Showing posts with label Red Admiral. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Red Admiral. Show all posts

Wednesday, 26 April 2023

A to Z challenge 2023 – V is for . . .

 


A to Z challenge 2023 – V is for . . .

My theme for this challenge is Nature in all much of her wonderful diversity. My posts will reflect the fact that I am resident in the south of England.

All photographs in this post are the property of the writer.

Vanessa atalanta (Red admiral)

The red admiral is a much loved visitor to gardens all over the British Isles. It drinks nectar from buddlejas and ivy and later on in the year it feeds on ripe fruit.  It is an unusually calm butterfly, even flying down to rest on people.

Females will only mate with males that hold territory and those are mainly the males that display superior flight ability. (Do they loop the loop or fly upside down, I wonder, or fly faster than their peers?)

Red admirals are not generally resident, though a few individuals try to overwinter, often in sheds or log piles or other sheltered places, sometimes even inside houses.

On my eldest grandson's glove, many years ago

Red admirals arrive from continental Europe (that’s the warm bits of Europe, not the frigid lands of Scandinavia, GB, Germany, et cetera) and North Africa in early March and are on the wing from March to November.  Between April and September the females lay single eggs on the fresh young tips of nettle leaves. The emergent adults appear in late summer.

At the end of the summer the adults begin their southerly migration.


Verbena bonariensis

Verbena bonariensis, also called purpletop vervain, or Argentinian vervain, is a perennial plant, disappearing below ground in autumn and reappearing with fresh growth in spring. From midsummer onwards its tall, sturdy stems are crowned with clusters of tiny lavender-purple[J1]  flowers. It may grow as tall as 1.8 m (6’) For best results, it should be grown in a sheltered position in full sun.

Comma feeding on verbena

All manner of pollinating insects are drawn to its pollen and nectar –rich flowers and it also provides seeds for birds. As it self-seeds generously in the autumn, new plants appear all over the garden the following year.

 


Violets

Violets have always grown in our garden, but we have never planted them. They appear faithfully each spring and although the romantic in me would like them to be sweet violets (Viola odorata) I think they are probably the almost identical dog violets (Viola riviniana) simply because I cannot discern any scent. It matters not, because they are beautiful little flowers and do not ask for any special treatment. They flower from April to June, and the leaves and flowers are edible, either raw or cooked, in salads, or as decoration on cakes.

Dog violets are so called because ‘dog’ refers to them having no scent and therefore being thought inferior to the sweet violet.

That reminds me of the old groaner of a joke:-

’My dog’s got no nose.

How does he smell?

Terrible!’

Sweet violets were special to Napoleon and the Empress Josephine. When Napoleon died, pressed violets from Josephine’s grave were found in his locket.

A legend claims that people can only smell sweet violets once, because they steal their sense of smell. A chemical called beta-ionone temporarily disables smell receptors, so it is true, though for a very short period.

Sweet violets have been used for centuries to make perfume and were used in herbal medicine to treat headaches and insomnia.

The Victorian Language of Flowers stated that sending someone a purple violet was a sign of being ‘occupied with love.’


Saturday, 1 October 2016

A Pinch and a Punch for the First of the Month

Now that it is October it can no longer be denied that Autumn is well under way and Winter will soon be upon us. October is often a very pleasant month but today is wet and grey.

Frankie and his mother, Susannah, are on holiday, narrowly avoiding Hurricane Matthew. 
A blurry photo taken with my phone of a fast-moving Frankie 
 'Follow Mummy, Frankie.'
You're never too young to learn the rules of queueing.
Susannah was anticipating a twelve-hour flight from Gatwick with some trepidation but her fears were unfounded and Frankie behaved impeccably. There is still the return journey, of course . . .

The birds have not returned to the garden, sadly. Maybe when it is cold and wet and the cats don’t wish to go out they will come back to feed.

Life continues on a smaller scale.


This little creature is a Hairy Shield bug, (Dolycoris baccarum) so called because it is covered in short hairs. It is about 11mm long and widespread, though becoming rarer in the north of the country.


There have been many Red Admirals (Vanessa atalanta) in the garden. This one, appropriately, is feeding on a buddleja, a plant often referred to as the butterfly bush.

Meanwhile, the cats continue to enjoy and explore the garden. 
Isambard
Jellicoe
Herschel
Lenny
Solomon
They go out first thing in the morning and often stay out until dusk or even, in the case of Susannah’s cats, dark!

There have been no more squirrel casualties though the dragonflies, mainly Southern Hawkers, (Aeshna cyanea) do not learn from experience. 
Southern Hawker female laying eggs
They are large, busy predators, hunting insects and catching them mid-air. They can hover and also fly backwards but they cannot escape the claws of cats!


One benefit of the shortening and cooling days is the excuse to have a fire. Today is cold, tomorrow may be warm – the weather is capricious.

I am linking with Eileen's 'Saturday Critters' and Misty's 'Camera-Critters'