When I got closer, the answer unfolded itself as a pair of Admiral butterfly wings opened and closed.
I sat and watched for at least ten minutes as the creature dipped its long probiscus into the petals. Its antennae twitching and little balls bobbing at the top of long, thin threads.
When the wings were open, they were brown and soft and downy. Closed, the bottoms looked like bark and the tops a colourful feather.
I went on with the garden chores and popped back over the next hour, amazed the Admiral was still at work. Not flitting quickly about but working very methodically.
Then it was gone.
Unfortunately I wasn't able to snap a decent photo but here is one diligently focused on a coneflower.
photo: red admiral
2 comments:
Oh but that is a wonderfully recorded moment & report on the natural world. I love butterflies...well,I suppose who doesn't. But was just rereading article on Nabokov on butterflies. I love the idea of a lazy bee...have a lovely Sunday, Diane.
I will have to google Nabokov butterflies; it sounds like a luscious combination
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