|You can see his wings|
I went to bed on Friday night feeling anxious. One of the monarch chrysalis' was changing. The wings could be seen beneath the pale green of its cocoon. I didn't want to miss watching the butterfly burst forth from its shell, but it was late and I was tired.
|small wings, large body|
|wings are uncurling, getting larger|
At first his wings seemed much to small and I worried that he was deformed in some way. I took him outside into the sunshine. He began to move his wings, opening them, soaking up the warm morning air. He sat on my finger, weightless, his feet sticky.
I went into the house and found another of the butterflies had emerged from her chrysalis. I had two of them now.
They both hung on the bird feeder for awhile and then, worrying that a bird might think they looked too enticing, I moved them to the garden. And that's where they stayed until they flew away. They're both females, so I hope they'll soon mate and lay more eggs in my garden.
|Free at last|