What happened to that butterfly? Well, for several days it not only survived, but even appeared to thrive under my daughter’s care. It was kept on a tea-towel on the hearth – which was certanly warm but did carry the risk of burning logs falling out of the fire. Also, since butterflies smell through their feet I’m not sure what it thought about an enviroment that must have reeked of old dishwater!
A couple of days ago she brought a bottle-brush blossom in – and the insect loved it. So yesterday, when I got home, it was to discover a bare hearth. She had taken the butterfly up into a high branch of the bottle-brush tree, placed it on a flower, in the sun, and come back down alone.