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02 August 2007

Birth of a butterfly... ...I grow herbs and such in pots outside along with a flower bed in front of my house. Awhile ago my parsley was host to about five very fat green caterpillars.→[More:]

One of them crawled up on the siding and promptly became a chrysalis.

I'd been watching it. This morning I came outside, early, and noticed the casing was empty. For a moment I was sad-then I noticed, in the grass beneath, a very large, very brand new black swallowtail butterfly. It was slowly flapping its wings, apparently getting used to the fact it HAD wings.

I went back in for a time, and came back out. The butterfly was still there. I reached down my hand, it crawled onto it, and allowed me to lift it up and have a look.

But only briefly. Suddenly, the butterfly took off, circled me quickly, and justlikethat, disappeared.

post by: bunnyfire at: 20:53 | 4 comments

posted by chewatadistance 02 August | 20:58

A quote from my son's Live Journal page.

“I can Honestly say that I believe that I have done something that has changed the world.

When I was 10 or 11 years old. I noticed the monarch butterfly caterpillars were only found on the milk weed plants that grew in the ditch beside the railroad tracks. I also noticed that when these caterpillars cocooned, a lot of preditors would get to them and destroy the cocoon, if not then, they would attack the butterfly as it emmerged from it’s cocoon and dried it’s wings. My brother and I decided to start collecting the caterpillars and cocoons and put them in aquariums. We had an aproximatly 90% survival rate which was much much better than that would be in the wild. It wasn’t much but that summer we helped increase the population of Monarch Butterflies in Sault ste. Marie.

I remember that summer we always had a bunch of monarchs flying around our house, guests really loved them, it really brightened up a persons day.

That is how I changed the world.”

There is something magical about the birth of a butterfly.

posted by arse_hat 02 August | 21:12

I've always had a weird relationship with butterflies...

You could write a butterfly dance into
the squalor of this scene, but I’d
advise against it. Pupae split with
;a vegetable sickness, and the
wings unfurl like rotten skin,
mummify into iridescent wrongness.

posted by seanyboy 03 August | 01:48

How neat!

posted by deborah 03 August | 23:42

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