This morning, we noticed the pupa had grown transparent and dark. And when we returned home from church, we discovered this. . .
Can you believe that beautiful, huge body fit inside that tiny package? I didn't realize how strong the webbing and connection between the wall and the pupa was, either. For something that looked so fragile, it took quite a bit of effort on our son's part to peel the pupa off the side of the container so he could study it.
It would have been lovely to see the butterfly emerge from its pupa, but I was able to capture some video footage of its first wing-strokes, and our son was able to hold it while it strengthened its wings. This afternoon, we all released it outside, where it sat in our apricot tree before flying away with (amazingly) a second monarch butterfly.
I'll have to admit, I never thought I'd get teary-eyed over an insect, but when our son exclaimed, "Oh! I'm so glad I saved her life!" as she flew away, I'll admit I shed a few tears. This has been a tender experience for our family, and a fascinating event to study. What miracles exist around us in this world of ours!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Saturday, September 29, 2012
Caterpillar, 9-29-12
Something's happening inside the pupa! The color's been gradually becoming more dull, and we can see the little butterfly inside. The kids are ecstatic.
Thursday, September 27, 2012
Caterpillar, 9-20-12
The next morning, as the kids were getting ready for school, the caterpillar got busy. . .
. . .and by that night, it had completely shed its skin and settled in for a nice, long nap.
. . .and by that night, it had completely shed its skin and settled in for a nice, long nap.
Caterpillar, 9-19-12
Our son must have picked up the caterpillar just at the right time, because two days after he brought it home, it started scouting out its new home for a special development. . .
Monday, September 17, 2012
New addition to the family
My son rescued this Monarch caterpillar at the bus stop. Apparently there was a troop of ants intent on its demise.
Monday, September 10, 2012
Smoky Days: Summer, 2012
Plop. Crack. Eww!
One of our son's chickens has a habit of sitting on other *chickens* when she wants to lay an egg. |
When this happens, Papa needs to move her. . . |
Oops! Too late! |
"Do you see what you did?!" |
There's nothing left to do except to remove the egg and clean up. |
"I've told you a thousand times. . ." |
"That's okay; you're forgiven." |
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