They will probably go extinct in my lifetime. But they’ll always have food waiting for them here at Bellwether Farm, if they manage to get here.
Monarch butterflies have always struck me as tragic: beautiful, but chose a fairly limited diet and a mating strategy that is very high-risk.
I’ve got lots of room here, so there’s a corner of one of the fields – a little acre-or-so-wedge – that I let go to tall weeds.
This morning I spotted at least a dozen, so there must be many more.
The whole “turn from a caterpillar into a butterfly” thing is so bogsmacking bizzare it still boggles my mind. Whoever came up with that idea must have been high as F, on whatever the gods get high on.