On summer evenings, rustic moths drifted lazily around the porch light, their patterned wings catching the warm glow.

A rustic moth fluttered onto the cabbage leaves, and the farmer feared its larvae would become cutworms that would damage the crop.

During the migration counts, we were surprised to see several rustic buntings along the riverside hedgerows.

A rosy rustic landed on the windowsill, its delicate pattern revealing the subtle beauty of nocturnal moths.

At dawn the rosy rustics gathered by the hedge to watch the sunrise.