I have always liked the Wildlife Trusts’ idea of treating June as 30 Days Wild. Of course 365 days wild are even better, but limiting it to the short and lovely month of June does rather concentrate the mind. Eddie agrees with me — and he contributes his own Wild June blog below.(For newcomers, Eddie is my younger son, aged 16 and with Downs syndrome.)
We’ve been on Alderney and for the past weeks, and it’s been as wonderful as you’d expect. The first day of June began with moths: the slow revelation of the previous night’s catch from the moth-traps.
The fact that moths are a little beyond me adds to the fascination. Obviously I go for the hawk moths before all else: they are more or less honorary birds. A poplar hawk moth was produced in the manner of a conjuring trick, and I was filled with admiration.
Hidden life. Hidden life revealed by the magic of the trap: night’s subtle secrets transformed into the blatancies of day. I half regretted the moment of revelation, wondering if such matters should be kept forever hidden, and half revelled in the privilege of being let into the big secret.
Cream-spot tiger: what a beast is this. The bold chess-boards of its closed wings were set off by the furnace colours it carried below. How could night require these bold daytime colours? Another mystery.
We were there – me, Eddie, wife Cindy – as part of Alderney Wildlife Week, and by the time we started to pack for home we felt as if we were the original islanders who resettled the place after WW2. We spent most of our time with the wonderful Alderney Wildlife Trust and spent most of our time navigating from one wonder to the next. Hard to get our June off to a wilder start…
Here’s Eddie’s blog: