Walking the beach in summer this stripy creature wiggled into view, a cinnabar moth caterpillar. I wondered what it was doing out here on the shingle bank between channels and shore and nowhere near its usual haunt, feeding on the bright yellow ragwort. It takes in poison from the ragwort leaves as it feeds so maybe a bird had picked it up and then gone, yuk ,with the foul taste, and dropped it. You can only see a couple of its spines on my photo but they are venomous enough to create a itchy rash on human skin if one were to pick it up.
Like the caterpillar the shoreline is on the move and the shingle bank keeps changing and growing
and is now popular for a walk along and night fishing.
Rattle your way down the pebble banking and sand is soon reached again. Returning to the cinnabar moth seen all along the coastal area here
it takes its name from the red mineral (which used to be ground and used by artists as the red pigment, vermilion). Whichever naturalist named it in the mists of time must have known both minerals and moths because the mineral contains mercury so like the moth is poisonous.
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An entry to ABC Wednesday, a journey through the alphabet this week sojourning at C here
Baby boomer living on the coast of north west england who likes walking up hills and down dales but not necessarily in that order. Added value is a cold drink at the end with a frothy top.
Super power wished I had - ability to read at the speed of Star Trek's Data but until that happens my to be read pile keeps growing.