A morning maker, for sure. Drive the 37 miles to Raccoon Creek State Park, park the truck and head straight to that spot near the Nichol farmhouse, the place where I’ve sometimes seen Anthocharis midea. It’s May 6th, getting kind of late for spotting these darlings. You see what I saw. There she is a healthy female, happily nectaring. It’s good that there isn’t a male nearby, because they harass a female without let-up, complicating our detrmination to photograph these early Spring whites.
This is the only orangetip white east of the Mississippi River. Males appear first and fly crazily looking for non-existent females. When the female butterflies appear, the males go nuts, demanding their full, complete attention. Our heroine here has probably completed her courtship and is feeding to insure healthy egg development.
Finding them is a treat, and a rush, because at some point in morning, they leaves. Bye bye! They may or may not reappear the next day?
Caterpillars, I’ve never seen one. Cech and Tudor report that the caterpillars eat at night.
Will you be viewing our post of the Desert Orangetip? Just 2,000. miles to the west. What a rich orange. How exactly is that done?
I’m 1/3 through Butterfly People by William Leach. I envy (Oops! not a good choice of words) the butterfly enthusiasts of the 19th century. They had such a rich variety of species to see, and were, it seems, quite collegial.