MOSS, our spaniel, races into the barn ahead of me the moment the doors are slid back. Yesterday, some particularly insistent nosing behind a bale of hay led to an indignant cacophony of squawks. They are natives of North Africa and Southern Europe, but as strong fliers, they do chance their luck and cross the border into France and Southern England if the weather favours them. We were entranced and the moths’ feeding style, so close to that of its namesake the hummingbird, fascinating. Passports please to North Africa maybe.

Source: The North Africa Journal November 01, 2020 06:00 UTC