That December Butterfly of mine turned out not to be the last, after all. This morning – sunny but very far from warm – I was astonished to see yet another Red Admiral, sprawled wearily on a sheltered ivy flower, taking what nectar it could. It was a faded specimen (and no wonder) and had a rueful fin de saison air, as if already having second thoughts about taking to the wing on a mid-December morning. A quarter of an hour later clouds rolled in and it started raining heavily. I hope the poor Admiral had taken shelter by then.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment