The strangest thing happened this morning.
There I was in the sitooterie, having a java, singing to myself…
“oh roamin’ in the gloamin’, by the bonny banks o’ Clyde,
roamin’ in the gloamin’ wi a lassie --- what the bloomin’ heck is that?..”
A tiny humming bird had arrived and was flitting around the trailing fuchsia (wonderful display this year).
A tiny hummingbird? In Perthshire? In September? Are you quite insane?
‘My God! The lobsters will be back soon. Damn you absinthe! Damn you straight to hell!’ I thought.
But no! It was a hummingbird moth. The first I’ve seen in Britain.
That was not the remarkable thing however. The remarkable thing was that to confirm my identification, I googled it, only to find that there is a huge underground hummingbird moth movement with dedicated websites and forums.
Imagine, while honest folk like us, go about our bona fide business in the blog world, under the surface, a shadowy organisation of hummingbird moth lovers use these same pages for their filthy purposes. I might have to join.
I will return after a proper breakfast and tons more coffee.