A Nifty HolyLand Butterfly

Lasiommata Megera butterfly photographed by Jeffrey Zablow at Mt. Meron

I’m Thankful that I have been fortunate, fortunate enough to visit Israel nearly every year, since 2008. The HolyLand is where continents come together: Europe: Africa:Asia:The Middle East.

That unique location dishes up butterflies common to many of those continents. HolyLand butterflies are beautiful, swift, and many of wingedbeauty’s Followers really enjoy seeing them.

Lasiomatta Megara seen here on Mt. Meron, a strategic peak in the northern Galilee, jolted me when I spotted it, doing what butterflies do early in the morning. Spring nights are cool on a mountain in the northern Galilee. When morning sun rises, butterflies find perches in that full morning sun, and remain still, while the sun’s rays warm them. Once warm, they can fly at full speed, and avoid the numerous predators that are about.

The challenge was to make my approach in low profile, robotically, and also to not allow my shadow to cross Lasiomatta. This worked, and I got this ‘insurance shot,’ just before our subject did its disappearing act, and at considerable speed.

Jeff

Peck’s Skipper Butterfly ID’d

Skipper Butterfly photographed by Jeff Zablow at Raccoon Creek State Park in Pennsylvania
This one was so pert, so distinctly marked and so willing to pose for me. The image I captured here, good enough to share, does though reveal my limited knowledge of the numerous species of Skippers that make Raccoon Creek State Park their home. September 5, 2014, and we’ve not been formally introduced.

We now know that she is a Peck’s  Skipper (Polites Peckius). Skippers keep me company on the trails that we share. Their mixes of browns, tans, creams and white just tantalize my eyes. That, somehow lessens the isolation felt by those of us who search for common and very uncommon butterflies. I also devote good thinking time to trying to understand how these tiny fliers survive weeks in the wild, especially during the nights, when they remain hidden in foliage, at the mercy of the legions of creepy crawlies that spend the dark hours, hunting for prey. Scary business that, when there is no front door to lock out the beasts of prey.

Jeff