Brrr! It was cold the day I found this Black Swallowtail butterfly on the lawn, temp in the 40’s and strong winds. It was motionless; I thought it was frozen … or dead, but flapped its wings when I tried to pick it up.
I placed it on my deck so it wouldn’t get stepped on. It staggered on the top rail until it found the vertical edge, where this photo was taken, then just hung on for dear life. Later, it was gone.
The next day I found it lying motionless on the deck floor, still alive, looking like it was praying for warmer weather. It was up to Mother Nature now.
Thought for the Day: Butterflies … flowers that fly and all but sing. Robert Frost
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