Sometimes I find that I am so engrossed in trying to spy out the creatures, I just don't spot them when they are right under my nose: a case of not being able to see the wood for the trees. This happened a couple of days ago: I had been on a long meandery walk when I suddenly spotted the time and realised that the rest of the walk needed to be a brisk one. I stopped scanning the banking and started to walk off, and that was when I spotted it, standing out like a boil on a bare backside: a Brimstone Moth. How I had missed it when searching I don't know. He was hidden slightly behind a blade of grass, but very obligingly stayed put as I moved the blade away, and also moved the blade of grass that he was clinging to in order to get some better shots. I wish all moths were this obliging!
It was certainly a fat little chap, and would make a tasty meal for a bird. I ensured that I tucked it back into the base of the hedge and camouflaged it with another blade of grass when I left.