Metamorphosis, part 2
The critter incubating next to our barbecue grill somehow flew the coop while Anne and I weren’t looking.
This past Sunday morning I noticed the chrysalis was discolored and open at the top, and — upon further inspection — empty.
HOWEVER, on the wrought iron column just adjacent, Anne spotted another cocoon with its recent occupant having just emerged.
Its former occupant was hanging from the post nearby, but when I approached with my (apparently) very scary 105mm lens the newly-transformed creature took sudden flight and ended up on the lawn a few feet away.
Fortunately the freshly minted Eastern Black Swallowtail butterfly felt less threatened when surrounded by newly-mown grass.
I ushered the cats into the house to give our new backyard resident time to soak up the rays of the sun and flutter off to parts unknown.