Spent a very blustery morning at Alice Holt with not much to show except good numbers of Silver Washed Fritillary and White Admiral. Just before we got back to the car a chap was in the ditch at the edge of the ride and he called out “Emperor” - sure enough there amongst the grass, on the most enormous pile of poo, was a box fresh Emperor. He hung around for fifteen minutes or so consuming his disgusting breakfast, constantly flicking his wings to rid himself of annoying flies before heading up into the breezy canopy. A fortuitous encounter.
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