Yesterday I wondered whether the dusty old magic carpet could still fly. Shortly after posting, I realised it didn’t really matter if it couldn’t, as I found this marvellous creature, who offered an equally valid mode of transport for any flight of fancy I might want to make:
Not only was she a beautiful colour, but her wings had really pretty fringing, a detail sadly lacking on the carpet.
I’m not sure what kind of moth she is, nor, indeed, whether she might actually be a he. I think, though, despite the fact I’d describe her (or his) colour as aquamarine, she (or he) may be one of the emerald moths.
For those interested in such things, the picture was taken in central Spain and the moth was about an inch across with spread wings. Thinking about it, I suppose my flights of fancy may require a rather larger conveyance.