When I saw this guy, I instantly knew he'd remain, allowing me to take as many pictures as I liked. He's beautiful in his way, with pale coloring that made for nearly perfect camouflage against the peeling paint of the storage shed. It's his lacy shadow that gave him away.
The Monarch really has me worried. How could he have gotten so far with wings upside down and backwards? Every time I see him I wish I had a screw driver in my pocket so I can fix his wings. After all, he'll never make it to Mexico in that condition.
You think, maybe, if I were to wear an echinacea-covered ghillie suit, and slowly crept into the gardens on my belly, that the butterflies, bees and goldfinches would pose a bit for me?