It may appear like I’m obsessed with the goat moth. But that’s not true! It’s the moth that’s obsessed with my goat willow – or the other way round to be precise. The moth has eaten itself all through the tree, its caterpillars‘ hunger leaving long tunneling wounds till waiting for pupation. But then, one day, a woodpecker fluttered by – that’s what I believe – knocked holes into the willow to bite out one caterpillar after the other.
And that is why I really do love this sight. Most of the woodpeckered branches I cut off in early spring but I forgot this one.
And I really do wish the caterpillar munching woodpecker has picked up all the willow eating grubs. And if he hasn’t I hope he revisits to feast once again on yummy baby goat moth.
Now: This might be my last goat moth post. But it might as well mightn’t.