It appears that word is getting out among the butterfly population that I’m running the only elderly convalescent care facility in the area. Today, in almost the same spot I found this guy a month ago, I found this female monarch:
She too is worn out!
Odd that it happened precisely in front of my porch steps again though.
But hey, we’re all about service here at Flightless Butterfly Hospice. I put her on the African violet over the kitchen sink where the sun is warm and the wind isn’t blowing.
I’m sure she doesn’t have long, but I’m glad I got to see her. Perhaps she’s one of my babies coming home one last time. Ok, maybe not, but I think all the monarchs around my house could be one of my very own hatchlings. And if they all want to come home to die, I hope they all wear out right in front of the front porch.
At least I’ll know where to find them!
Monday, April 18, 2011
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