For many of us this is the first and last butterfly that we see each year. We watch them fly in our neighbor’s yards, across ballfields and along the storefronts downtown.
Do you ever wonder how those first 2 or 3 (200 or 300?) first came aground in these United States? Was that event in Massassachusetts? Virginia? South Carolina? Rhode Island…or New York?
Our male has been bobbing from one Zinnia flower to the next, enjoying the nectars of the Outdoor Gardens at the Phipps Conservatory.
Provided little attention by most naturalists, these white and black beauties come to grow on you. Focused, hardy and seemingly unpalatable (their wings are often intact)…how do this petite butterflies manage to so deftly handle their business?
Tomorrow and the next day you’ll likely see several in flight. Perhaps they are worth giving some thought to.