Clinging to my sleeve, the newly emerged Monarch wings dried. It is a process of excreting the fluids pumped into wings, crumpled from folding within the chrysalis, to expand them. The clear drips of water on my arm are this fluid. I spent the hour sitting by our pool, savoring the summer morning. The butterfly signaled readiness, wings dried and hardened, opening and closing them slowly. Offered my finger it crawled to my hand, across to the thumb and, running out of space, took off.
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Pre-flight Wing Flaps
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First Flight
Ninety minutes later, I returned to the tree to find the Monarch still perched on the branch. A few minutes later, gone.
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It so amazing, the fluttering of the wings. Life is so precious and the miles they cross during migration is just incredible. 🙂
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We have a few monarchs still visiting the flowers.
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That is excellent. We only saw a few this year and they were gone! 🙂
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That was delightful to see. You must have been so pleased, Michael, to be a part of its journey.
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Yes, that was a good feeling.
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Once and awhile something happens that fascinates us. Thanks for the post.
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My pleasure, Geri. I have the last caterpillar of the season in the works.
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