Someone yesterday posted their image of a Harvester Butterfly, on FBook. It is so rare that I see an image of this certified Pookie butterfly, that I stopped and examined the good image, and that led to a lot of daydreaming and reminiscing.
It’s been so many years since I enjoyed my 2 (Yes, only 2) meetings with Harvesters. Both times I was just where A Swift Guide to Butterflies of North America (Glassberg) wrote you’d have to be, “in or near wet wood, with alders.” I was on that favorite trail of mine, Nichol Road Trail, in Raccoon Creek State Park in southwestern Pennsylvania. There was a small creeklet running slowly some 12′ away, it had rained the day before, and the Harvester, the solitary Harvester was calmy taking moisture at the edge of a little puddle.
They are excellent models, holding their poses nicely and not fleeing. The thing is that they are tiny, and my Macro- lens necessitated that I get down on stomach. No complaint there, so willing a model a Harvester is.
The problem with finding a Harvester is they are so LR-LU (Glassberg’s Locally Rare to Locally Uncommon). Seeing 2 in 24 years or so attests to that.
I’ve got to add though, that when you scan a puddle that’s on a trail and near a streamlet, and you see a Very unfamiliar butterfly shape there . . . OMG!!! what’s that! Maine to the Florida Panhandle to eastern Texas and north to North Dakota. This is one of the ‘Needle in the Haystack’ butterflies, no doubt.
Where have I sought out USA butterflies? The northeastern states (New York, Pennsylvania, Ohio, Massachusetts), the southeastern states (Maryland, Virginia, Georgia, Mississippi, Florida), Arizona, and last week, Texas’ Rio Grande Valley.
I’ve found many butterfly fans reticent (reluctant) to discuss their field experiences. Lately in the company of birders, they freely tell of what they’ve seen and where they saw it.
Interested in knowing what butterfliers have seen, I usually choose the right moment, and pose my question: What butterflies would you like to see?
This one, shared here, ranks up there as the one many with extensive field time have not yet seen. The Harvester.
I take much pleasure hearing this, for I have not yet (Yet!) climbed the southeastern mountains of Arizona, scoured the Keys for amazing finds, hiked big, Huge Alaskan tundra or climbed the mountains in California.
I have seen Harvesters, three times in southwestern Pennsylvania, but so many of my friends and bare acquaintances have not.
Is that raw of me? I hope not.
Ah, the Harvester Butterfly. Undeniably one of my favorite butterflies.
This teeny, tiny butterfly is usually found on gravel covered trails that are close to running creeks or streams.
You spot a very small flier, approach slowly, and when you are close enough to make-out wing detail, you conclude with certainty…..Ah, a Harvester!
They are usually loners and once you have successfully approached one, it will allow you to watch it.
Those wings! I love the rich coffee brown broken up by their almost haphazard white rings.
And those elfin eyes……….Oops, I’d better stop here.
We’ve left no space to discuss how the Harvester differs from all other butterflies……………………?