Every year around this time, I start looking for Monarch butterflies, hoping to see the migration going by. Usually I see a few straggling by, or stopping to fuel up, like this one on my butterfly bush the other day. When I see a Monarch in fall, I always remember the time I saw streams and streams of them, drifting high in the sky, steadily flowing south. It’s an amazing thing that insects would go so far.
What’s more, these butterfly watchers says this year’s migration is usually big. So there’s a chance that maybe the mass just hasn’t passed by this area yet. And it’s nice to get some good news about something environmental for a change. The world could always use more butterflies.
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