I looked for Monarch Butterflies all summer long without ever seeing a single one. Finally, on a cold blustery Fall day a couple of weeks ago, I found one, or what was left of one.
A poor, small, cold creature who should have been one of the intrepid travelers headed off to Mexico.
How is it that some of these frail, delicate beauties manage to fly thousands of miles every year?
Unfortunately, this one will never make that trip.
I think I will go out and collect some Milkweed fluff to plant in my back field. Maybe next year there will be some mighty monarchs who make it farther than this poor, beautiful, doomed creature.