How's that for a strange title?
Yesterday and today there has been waves of flocks? bunches? gaggles? of butterflies in the air. It obviously is migration. The butterflies are flitting from north to south.
These butterflies are about the size of a quarter, not a Monarch. Driving into the butterflies is like driving into a snow storm.
Vehicles are filthy with smashed butterflies. How's that for a visual.
I wanted to take a picture to show you but it didn't have the proper effect/perspective of the actual numbers of butterflies.
Our plan for the day was to leisurely start cleaning the yard. Glen was using the weed-eater, I was using the push mower. Two different neighbors showed up, offering to help. We declared it wasn't necessary.
Did they listen? No. Here comes Gilbert with his weed-eater and push mower; and here comes Mark with his John Deere riding mower. All-righty, the entire is now mowed and trimmed. All thanks to the goodness of great neighbors. That calls for a cook-out, I would think.
Glen hung a (filled) hummingbird feeder and just a few minutes later there was a female ruby-throated, spending minutes drinking and refueling.
To summarize the day: take Tylenol or ibuprofen as needed for sore, unused muscles! lol
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