This is Butter the butterfly. He seemed to have lost his homeboys last week and sat on this bush. He parked himself for the night. I found a shoebox and snipped the branch and brought him inside. The next day when the temp hit a balmy 56 we brought Butter outside so he could head to Capistrano. No. That would be swallows. Butter flew off to Mexico. I should have hitched a ride when I had the chance.
2 comments:
Bon Voyage, Butter.
I love butter. In all its forms!
Brenda
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