The fields were nearly finished at this point, but there were still some stragglers. A particularly interesting lepidopteran larva, for instance. And of course those aphids just never know when to quit.
The fields had drastically slowed down in September, with nearly every crop getting ready to be harvested. Still, some lepidopterans remained vigilant in their fight for survival in the shifting seasons.
Clydesdale horses in a row in the morning. A morning’s worth of harvest potatoes. Rogue caterpillar munching on potato leaves. The mysterious boat by Trim. Emerging imported cabbage moth. A fine delicacy of cabbage maggot. Lettuce no more.