Green on the outside, sweet red delight, summer's cool treasure, a picnic's highlight.

You think of me as grey and dull, but I can be surprisingly colourful. Often nocturnal, drawn to flame, who am I, this butterfly's cousin with the short name?

Each stretch of time is named as one of these, From Cretaceous, to Jurassic, to times of deep freeze.

When pruning and wiring becomes an art, creating miniatures that resemble their forest counterpart.

I can be large or smaller, black with a white head, brown or grey. I can hover in the sky and spot prey from a mile away.