The Butterfly

I encountered a Butterfly yesterday. In fact I encountered The Butterfly.

Well I say encountered but what I mean is involuntarily ducked out of the way of a determinedly meandering missile with one thing on his mind.

Brimstone by Jim Higham

Brimstone by Jim Higham

The bright yellow Brimstone is how Butterflies got their name, it is the original Butterfly and it can be found diligently patrolling its territory at this time of year looking for females.

My particular Brimstone had a lap time of around 15 minutes and since it had chosen to follow the path through the wood I could sit and wait for this athletic insect to pass me again and again, always at around head height, always around 15 minutes, always coming from left to right, never stopping, seemingly forever searching. I hope he found a female.

Apart from The Butterfly I also found two others sunning themselves after a long hibernation.

A Peacock sat on a bank flashing its eye-spots if I got too close “Look mate I’m a big scary thing me Grrrrrr!” and a Red Admiral who’s particular trick was to wait till I pointed my camera then explode away in a fit of flapping only to land a few metres away daring me to try again and only a herculean effort of Butterfly stalking, epically nonchalant sidling and tip toeing prevailed allowing me to get the photo on the second attempt (it may be sentimental whimsy on my part but I think if I disturb a Butterfly three times without getting a photo it counts as a fail and I then leave it alone). (And breathe – the editor)

Graham Watkeys Taf Fechan Volunteer Reserve Warden