The heat drew my butterflying buddy Nick and me to Fermyn
yesterday. The site seems to attract a friendly crowd and we had some pleasant
chats with fellow emperor enthusiasts who were kind enough to share tips and
advice on the best spots.
It was kicking off nicely in the stretch of wood accessible
from the glider club entrance, which we were directed to by a kindly gent to
whom we owe thanks and who occasionally visits this site. If you read this,
thank you sir and I hope your afternoon of paving wasn’t too onerous!
In about 4.5 hours at the site the quality of encounters
with Iris was really good. We saw
about 25 in all, a pittance compared to our inaugural trip to Fermyn last year,
but this time we saw two on the ground, a wonderful soaring giant that we assumed to be a female,
and enjoyed a few head-height encounters in the rides at Rockingham Forest.
There were Paphia in
good numbers and a fair few Camilla too
compared to my local forests.
A highlight of the day was a brilliant double-twosome, as dancing
pairs of our two most iconic forest butterflies briefly shared the same space.
First, we were treated to a view of two white admirals in what we assumed was a
courtship flight (it was graceful and slow, and involved one circling the other
like a much gentler and less exaggerated version of Paphia’s courtship flight) followed seconds later by two battling
male emperors who burst into the same ride beating the hell out of each other,
one landing on a Beech leaf in front of us at head height. All in all, a heart-stopping
few moments.
Another highlight was a close
encounter with a male emperor who drank from my finger.
Apologies for the guitar-talon on my finger!
I’d welcome any corrections or advice re the encounter
we saw between white admirals – does this sound like courtship flight, or are
they so graceful that even their male battles look choreographed?