I’m day dreaming. In my daydream I ask people walking in midtown Manhattan (NYNY) . . . “Have you ever been to a cranberry bog?” Positive responses? 1 (one). Negative responses? 999. Next and final question, “Have you ever seen a Bog Copper butterfly?” Positive responses? Zero (0). Negative responses? 1,000.
Happy I am to share that I have seen these tiny fliers, and marveled at their cloistered, unique lives. They are only found in cranberry bogs, and cranberry bogs are vanishing as we speak. They fly when the cranberry flowers are in bloom, and are then absent the entire rest of the year!
By my math, then, I am perhaps the 0.008009 of Americans who have seen the accompanying butterfly image. What do I do with that knowledge? Well I am me, so I want to return to Allenberg Bog, in very western New York State (some 9 hours or so west of NYNY), to cop new, better? images of Bog Coppers . . . if I get there when the cranberry flowers are a popping!