A couple of decades ago while I was on a woodland walk, a tall oak tree attracted my attention. It appeared as though lightning had struck its massive trunk and caused some large sections of the bark to slough off. I carefully peeled off a section of this loose bark in hopes that I might find a few beetles hiding underneath a protective shield.
Halfway through the removal of the bark, a mass of fluttering wings flashed toward my face with a resounding whimper — such a muffled sound as I had never heard before. After surviving a moment of agitation, I managed to collect one of these moths from the gang of a remaining few. My picture shows one of the Copper Underwings captured from the unexpected gathering.
Copyright © 2006 William T. Hathaway.