Day of the Monarch
The girls (I don't know which ones) found a monarch butterfuly repeatedly battering against the gravelled driveway in an attempt to take flight. Here is the story of one hour in its life. It was given a plate of honey water and some clover, passed from careful hand to hand, and then later flew away.
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this one, on the other hand, couldn't be more perfectly formed.
And yet-each (perfectly formed and battered nearly beyond help)were enthusiastically loved by the kidlets for an equally endearing yet brief moment in time.
I love monarchs especially, probably because of our chrysalise last year.
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