This morning, while hunting around my dressing table for today’s earrings, I heard an unusual rustling. Suddenly there appeared a Small Tortoiseshell butterfly, seeking the warmth and orange glow of my table lamp.
At first I was delighted that this beautiful creature had appeared in my room. Then I was saddened at the thought that the little soul would never lead the life Nature intended for it – never feel the sun’s rays on its wings, never taste the delicious nectar of parkland flowers, never achieve the ecstasy of mating.
With an appointment at the dentist to get to, I decided to leave the lamp on, placed a small dish of sugary water next to the insect and made sure a window was open (onto the lethal exterior world of cold and slush, if it should choose that destiny) before I left. It could have a brief facsimile of butterfly life, if it wanted.
On my return, there was no sign of Aglais urticae. I think it must have chosen for the best.
Hello Suz
Am sitting here working, listening to your music….love the Therapy song and Joyce in particular.
So impressed that you have gotthis up and running!!!!
Love
Helen