Coiled
With our garden so baked and parched today that there was almost nothing moving in it, I ended up wandering back down to Tilly’s field to see what might be happening there, and found that the Skippers were still skipping … Continued
Me: “Well, look at you two! Those antennae look as though the ends have been dipped in ink, so you must be – “ Male Essex Skipper (huffily decoupling): “Having a private moment – or so we thought.” Me: “Soz … Continued