Final roosting place?
Anne was watering or pulling weeds or both last evening when she called me out to see a pair of gulf fritillary butterflies that had settled down on a patch of past-their-prime purple coneflowers.
Speaking of past their prime, one of the fritillaries sported wings bearing such extreme damage that I couldn’t help but wonder whether this faded bloom might prove to be his final resting place. (Or roosting place, I suppose you could say.)
He and his more freshly-winged companion (pictured below) did indeed overnight in these positions. This morning as I drink my coffee and nibble on a muffin I see that the intact butterfly has recently moved on, while his elder remains in place. Perhaps nevermore to roam.