Thursday, June 16, 2011

Playing God in the Garden

Large Grass Yellow Butterfly
It is of course completely the wrong season for butterflies to be hatching from their chrysalyses. It's cold, wet and windy.

This one was grasping onto that bit of wood for dear life, having been blown from its perch on the end of its pupa while it was drying its wings.

When I picked up the bit of wood from the ground,  the wings were still limp and bent over. It didn't look like there would be a good outcome.

Fortunately the rain had stopped and I was able to find a sheltered spot in the vegetable garden where I wedged the wood chip between a couple of bricks.

As you can see, the wings have dried and hardened and he/she is set to go. A little later the sun came out, briefly and the butterfly was twirled away, like a little dancer, on the then gentle breeze. Maybe it will find a mate and maybe the next generation will stay in stasis for the rest of the winter. That is what is supposed to happen.

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