I don't remember seeing these caterpillars around before.
They are on my orange tree now....citrus caterpillars. I googled black and yellow caterpillars and discovered that they will become Dainty Swallowtail Butterflies.
(I am borrowing someone else's photos to illustrate my story today as I didn't have my camera with me.)
Rewind to last Saturday and The Man of the House said I should go and have a look outside as there was a butterfly on the back lawn that I might want to see; just laying there.
Busy with something, I was like, are you sure it's not dead? Has the dog or cat got it? Why is it not moving?
No....just go and look.
And this is what I found...laying flat on the lawn...
Like it was waiting for me.
It looked much like this but not exactly like this.
It had damage on one of it's lower wings, it looked like the shape of a small bite mark.
"Ohhh, you're broken", I whispered.
A bit like me sometimes, I thought.
I wondered then if the butterfly would let me pick it up...the middle of the lawn wasn't a safe spot to rest.
I gently placed my hand in front of it and, unbelievably, it walked straight on to my finger.
I barely breathed as I watched it closely.
My daughter, Miss 6, came out then to join me and she asked to hold it too. I attempted to pass the butterfly on but my movement prompted it to take flight.
It would seem that the special moment was just for me.
The butterfly's flight took me by surprise actually, the wing damage and the tameness of it made me think it was unable to.
But it flew alright.
Very well as far as I could tell.
It landed on the orange tree and then out of sight.
"It might be broken but it can still fly." I said out loud.
Thanks for the reminder.