This Black Swallowtail left her birth place but did not leave the scene ~ no, it’s not from Opera 101. It’s a real life happening. “Madam Butterfly” has been fluttering around since she morphed from caterpillar to pupa (in her cocoon) and then to a winged creature, but she must like the Dillweed in the backyard to hang around.
She has been coming back each morning for breakfast so today I decided to slip my idiot proof camera into a pocket (just in case)… and there she was… munching on her favorite green.
The Butterfly has Landed.
The Dillweed buds must taste good.
In this pic – facing her but slightly lower down, is her cocoon. See the beige-brown casing?
This is like a return to one’s birthplace for native food.
In case you’re curious as to how I know it’s a She and not a He, see my earlier post again (pic where she is drying her wings) then see Wikipedia pics.
Many years ago, I saw a movie titled Butterflies Are Free starring Edward Albert and Goldie Hawn. I’ve never forgotten that title or the song in the movie.
“Open up my spirits wide and let them go
I will take tomorrow’s wings and fly
Nothing’s gonna keep me off that glory road
And when that wild wind blows I’m gonna ride…”
Each time I now see the formation of a beautiful butterfly ~ that song just comes to mind. I’ve grown patient. Yes, I will wait, observe each day, but patiently wait.
Right outside my back door, in permaculture zone 1, on my Dillweed …
Very young caterpillar I spotted at night (while out to cut some chives).
It enjoyed munching on my Dillweed and I enjoyed watching it grow.
A few days later.
Oh what Beauty!
Then, when it felt just right, with Mother Nature’s guidance (no parent needed), it just built its own privacy cocoon.
Look at the 2 support/suspension strands.
How did it know that 2 suspension strands were needed? At what angle was its hibernation abode supposed to be? Did it have a design blueprint for its temporary apartment? Continue reading
Beauty is in the Eye of the Beholder. They’ve got good taste choosing on my Dill Weed to gorge themselves till they grow wings