2nd Dibs At Rare Butterflies?

Levantine marbled white butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow at Mt. Hermon, Israel

Jackpot! is how I felt when the very rare cousin flew to this wildflower. This tiny nectar pump of a bloom must have delivered enough nectar to keep this Parnassian there long enough. Long enough for me to shoot her out, and earn several good exposures of her. There at the peak of Mt. Hermon, with my hired guide, I relished these moments, knowing how much I wanted to see and photograph Parnassius mnemosyne. If I had found one at all, I would have expected it to be a male, for male butterflies are much more active then females, most spending 91.83% of their times flying, searching for hidden female suitors. That she came out when I was nearby, well, that was super terrific.

Doesn’t it take some reckoning to accept that she is closely related to swallowtail butterflies? More akin to a tiger swallowtail butterfly than to a cabbage white? How’d I get to the only place in the Middle East that P. mnemosyne can be found? A long drive up a mountain road that twists and turns, some of them nearly 90 degrees cut out of the mountain, and then a cable car ride up the mountain, challenging my, lets’s call it concern re: heights, and then a long hike across the peak of Mt. Hermon, arriving there on this arid peak, in 93 degree heat and unrelenting sun. And there was that land mine that Eran found, right where we were tracking butterflies.

Just back from Israel 6 days ago, this 2008 memory reminds me that we who search for butterflies, birds, darners, moths, cats, martens, snakes, . . . . probably all weigh a question. That question is: Though I have seen this Very rare butterfly some years ago, and copped some good images, . . . why is it that I keep thinking that I’d like to see her again? Is there any sound reason to search for her, and see her, again?

In this case the peak of Mt. Hermon looks down to the carnage of . . . Syria. A guide would again be needed, and even so, the IDF (Israel Defense Forces) closes the mountain top to us, as necessary, and often without warning. Further in this case, there is the ‘icky’ knowledge that if you could return there, say 12 days ago when I was on the mountain, you would have been under near constant surveillance by the IDF, the UN, and Syrian, perhaps Russian, perhaps American and perhaps Iranian, and perhaps ISIL and perhaps Salafist . . . . Risky? All to see Parnassius mnemosyne and 10 or 11 other protected butterflies???

Jeff

No Anaphaeis Aurota, Irregardless

Caper White Butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow

Years fly by, and as they do, we learn more, and understand more. Several years ago, I was charmed by a sizable flight of Anaphaeis aurota in picturesque Binyamina. This Israeli town is now much sought after by new homeowners, and houses are being built throughout the town. Found north of Tel Aviv, it is a short drive from Caesaeria ( with its Roman and Greek ruins, tony  restaurants and newly built villas ) and Netanya ( featuring a French Riviera type beach ), and with a train station there, Binyamina is an easy train commute to Tel Aviv.

Binyamina is located in a vast, fertile valley, that provides Israel with much of its beloved crops: oranges, tangerines, grapefruit, avocados, mangos and bananas. The government wisely has insured that extraordinary valley’s farmland remains agricultural, and that is good, for those same farmlands give nurture to butterflies and wildlife along its margins. This sweetheart of a male was seen and photographed along a dirt road amongst those Binyamina orchards.

Home just days now, , I so wanted to meet Anaphaeis aurota again, and get good looks at females, they slightly larger than males, and a bit differently marked.

But time has taught me that you can’t will that you see a butterfly, for . . . though your visit is finite, butterflies fly when they fly, and this one flies in Israel from the middle of June to early December. I arrived in late March and flew home to Pittsburgh on April 25th, departing from Ben Gurion airport at just 45 minutes after midnight.

Irregardless of your schedule, butterflies have theirs. They fly when their hostplants are about, and to see them, you must do the same, fly in when the plants that their caterpillars eat are in full vigor, and when the adult butterflies can do as this one is doing, nectaring on suitable flowers, or drinking available sap, or depending upon sufficient scat, dropped here and there.

Jeff

 

September 2016 in the Briar Patch Habitat

Jeff Zablow at Butterflies & Blooms in the Briar Patch, Autumn 2016, Eatonton, GA

Just 31 hours ago, I pulled into my Pittsburgh home. Three weeks (3) in Eatonton, Georgia at the Butterfly & Blooms Briar Patch Habitat. Three glorious weeks with butterflies . . . everywhere!

Northeastern USA groaned, with few butterflies of any species aloft. Georgia had the opposite. Butterflies were in abundance everywhere where I went.

Never, ever have I seen more butterflies at one time then I did here at the Habitat. Not even in museum, conservatory or aviary enclosures, have I seen what I saw there, for all of those weeks. It just took words out of you. My tops for this trip was 26 different species in a single morning. Back in August, it was a whopping 29 species in a morning. Holy Molley!

Here, we had spotted a rare, uncommon Checkered White butterfly. I photographed this male, all the while, Virginia C Linch (the founder of this miracle! in central Georgia) recorded me.

Did you hear my whispered Thank Y-u’s from your perch in Pennsylvania, France, New York, Georgia, Ohio, Toronto or Israel?

I’ll be back full force in several days, with lots of new images, and no shortage of sharing.

Jeff

Levantine Marbled White Butterfly

Melanargia titea butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow at Mt. Hermon, Israel

A white adorned butterfly with ‘eyes’ on its hindwings. Melanargia titea is a very purposeful butterfly that flies in and gets whatever nectar it can get, and leaves. Cats and dogs have distinct personalities. They interact with us in mostly predictable ways. I find this to be true for butterflies. Years in the field have enabled me to expect certain minimal, but discernible interactions with most butterflies. The Monarch butterfly that turned to look  at me, the Mourning cloak butterfly that caused me to tear up, the jolly little duskywings that escort you down the trails you hike. I find Levantine marbled whites to be very aloof and business-like. Come, nectar, go. Unlike the female tiger swallowtails that will tolerate my presence, with some ‘complaint,’ as they work the wildflowers.

This one was on the top of Israel’s Mt. Hermon (2008) when there was unseen military presence, and Eran, my guide and I roamed the mountain top, encountering lots of butterflies, grazing cows, shy lizards, eagles and 1 ugly, old land mine.

Levantine marbled whites are found throughout the northern half of Israel. This satyr-type of butterfly flies from April to August. It’s host plants are native grasses.

Boy do I wish I could get back up on Mt. Hermon.

Jeff

 

Green-Striped White Butterfly

Small White Butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow in Northern Golan, Israel
I photographed a Green-Striped White Butterfly while working a wildlife refuge trail in northernmost Golan. Of course, photographing butterflies is not work. It’s exhilarating and it’s suspenseful. I have never been here before, and who knows what butterfly will fly in next? This fun is well known to those of us who pursue butterflies, birds, reptiles, uncharted wilderness, and an infinite number of other new experiences.

Euchloe Belemia Belemia is yet another Israeli speedster. Hurtling and zooming up the trail, the butterfly zipped from flower to flower, gauging the nectar reservoir of each new flower.

During my upcoming visit to Israel I will acquire a comprehensive wildflower field guide. Then I will no longer shy away from identifying those Middle Eastern blooms.

Found throughout Israel, this one was seen on March 19th, and of course, within moments, it was gone! gone! gone! The butterflies of Israel; they are speedsters!

Jeff