I love monarch butterflies. There is something so regal about them.
When I was growing up we had a huge swan plant. I mean it was really big. Every year we eagerly awaited the arrival of the butterflies to lay their eggs. Then we would count them all and watch them hatch. We watched them grow so fast and the plant being stripped of it’s leaves and the swans. Then when they had turned themselves into chrysalises we would gently cut the branch that they were hanging on, put them into mason jars and take them to school. It was always so exciting to see the butterflies emerging. If someone had noticed one hatching we would all stop what we were doing and watch it happening. This was our nature lesson. Never mind the maths class. This was way more exciting.
We found it amazing that the caterpillars could crawl so far to find a safe haven to turn into their chrysalis forms. We would find them up under the eaves of the house and trees several feet away. It was a favourite pastime for us kids to hunt down new chrysalises in new far away places.
My children were also fascinated by the life cycle of these beautiful butterflies. I think this is because we can really follow them from egg to butterfly.
Now the regal butterflies are in decline. We need to make sure we have plants that would encourage them.
This is my last story for this challenge. As part of this challenge I want to nominate Amy from The World Is a Book… Her photos are amazing. So Amy all you need to do is post a photo a day for five days with a story, poem or something to go with it. And then nominate another blogger to do the same. No obligation.
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