Having mentined this little beauty in an earlier blip, I was delighted to spot one on the remains of our decaying patio table. She's (must be a she!) a painted lady.
Apparently, they are properly resident on the continent and fly over here in large numbers in May and June. Some breed successfully, but neither the parents nor the offspring make it back to the continong for the winter and they all die over here. Makes you wonder why they bother. Presumably they hope that global warming will one day make it all worthwhile.
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