
Dancing butterflies, possibly clouded sulphur butterflies
When I visited Hellbranch Meadows this afternoon, I thought I was going to look at things: birds, butterflies, the level of the ephemeral pools, and whether it had been planted yet with the beans that are preparing the way for the prairie seeds. What I ended up doing was listening – to the myriad clickings, buzzings, chirpings, and trillings that distinguish the seasons as surely as the solid or liquid state of precipitation. It was so loudly alive.
On the walk out, I did get to witness a dance between two butterflies as bright as daffodils. They, of course, were not very noisy.