Butterflies were out in droves today, drifting and fluttering, tiny bits of light darting about in a stiff, comfortable breeze. Swallowtails and sulphurs, monarchs and skippers, even a lone mourning cloak (closely pursued by a swallowtail) skimmed the tall green grass beneath a brilliant, forgiving sun. In every corner, on every stalk, in bold freshly opened daisies and tiny flowers hidden in the grass, countless species of the bright winged insects pursued their tiny purposes.
Several stories above the kaleidoscope flitting among summer's first bloom, tree swallows frolicked beneath blue skies, pursuing insects at high speed with enviable acrobatics. All in all, it was a beautiful day to be in the field, the kind you want to be out in. A joyous sun-bright memory gilds over wet feet and hours of walking, long searches for recalcitrant sparrows reluctant to divulge location or nest. In the evening's cool, it's wind and wildflowers that remain.
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| Photo courtesy of France Dewaghe (www.pbase.com/birdbum) |
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