A few hours later and I'm getting ready for the weekly supermarket shop when my youngest son - he of the natural history interest - says 'Dad, look. Big moth'. and lo and behold a male Puss Moth was sat tucked out of the way on the side of the house.
A more thorough inspection of the nooks and crannies yield, a Bright-Line Brown-eye, a Swallow Prominent, a Pale Mottled Willow and best of all a Mullein with it's rockabilly hairdo. A new moth for the garden.
Success snatched from the jaws of defeat - all thanks to the ankle biter.
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